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Glasses (Poem)

Not once have I looked

with rose colored glasses,

for those won't do.

The glasses that were chosen

harness a unique ability,

one where others deem it to be dark,

but I know it's true capabilities.

Ancient text mixed with Gothic fairytales

induce scenes that no one else dreams.

True loves kiss set in a sleepy hollow

speaks as if it were in complete harmony.

Whispering melodies along the riverbank

as nature whistles back

garnering the attention of those it desires.


No rose colored glasses needed,

for these stained colored glasses fit perfectly,

and only a few are given.

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