Black Windows Poem by Reginald Scott

Black Windows



Windows turn into faces as i walk near
Demanding my attention with their slightest gleam
Surfaces whipped clean from frustation and fear
Its demeanor so dark, wicked and mean

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Anita Atina 19 February 2008

Striking thought and powerful imagery Reginald Cheers Anita

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