The Window

Translucent always,

Nature passes through me,

Without much change,

Reflecting the mood and season.


At night I become a lighthouse,

Beckoning those who want to visit,

Or are lost in the dark.

Where lumens spill out,

Onto a garden path,

Leading to a cracked open door.


Welcoming all those seeking friendship and love.


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