The window to my soul…
Tells a stirring story-
Of heroes and heroines
Of glass slippers-
An old Allegory.
Somehow I wander
There. Sometimes
Lost, sometimes
Broken.
But this window to
My soul remains open.
Enchanted Forests,
Green with dew.
A stream of water,
Crystal blue..
A hopeful daughter,
A chosen son.
This Grand-Old Potter-
This Mystical One!
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