Sunday, February 23, 2014

Glass Tree Comments

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My walls are of glass.
The Lord has washed them,
They are the purest that they have ever been.
My glass used to be brown with filth.
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Amelia Murray
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Bill Cantrell 23 February 2014

He does indeed send his children out to bring back.. Lovely poem.

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Tirtho Banerjee 23 February 2014

liked the profound meaning hidden in this poem

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