The Perfect Window Poem by Merlene Campbell

The Perfect Window



I look through a perfect window
My fingertips glide across the thick glass
Yet this time it might just be an hourglass
Is this window rose tinted?
Or is it just the beginning of something yet to come and pass?
Through this perfect window
The world seems quite still
When the wind blows
The brush moves with its will.

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