Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


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Cold glass window heart,

Seal me from light’s honesty.

Moonlight slips past thee

Reflections of a love lost

Shattered, yet never broken.


Mirror’s truth I gain,

Broken glass shards in my eyes.

Alas, I can see

Pain caused by my blood stained hands.

Seen by me yet felt by all.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – – February 6, 2013


Author: melindafoshat

Poet, dreamer, philosopher, photographer

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