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Glimpses
Sometimes
We don’t see things
As clearly as we should,
Like looking into a steamy
Window from a cloudy foggy
Afternoon, the glimpses of what
We see are overshadowed by the
Wet spider patterns on the glass and
The grey air drifting in and out and by,
In our human way we often see what
We want to see, filling empty spots
With the imagination as many do
With the lover attracting their
Affection.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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