Transparent - Poem by D.A. Woods
Transparent body, you can see my veins,
running through me, like Aprils rain.
Follow my life line to my see through heart,
electrical storm strikes a symphony of Mozart.
Number 40, my lifes in G minor,
painting reflections on glass like a limner,
Nothing to see, but am all for you to hear,
take whats left of me, a'fore I disappear.
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