Stained Glass Windows
Stained and
tattered
Bruised and
worn
Any pretense
at beauty
Callously
shorn
Glass so
fragile
Shards so
sharp
No ground to
shelter
Nor
flourishing harp
Windows on
the naked soul
Shudders the
graze
Of life’s
sharp thorns
Such are my
vagabond ways
~ Ellen Apple
19 January
2017
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