Secret Ingredients
Perspective
the gathering rain-
reflections of my spirit
clouding my windows
–
dirty windows-
the outside world
smeared by the rain
Heat
my temper flares up
in the heat of the moment
yet I’m the one burned
–
desert sun-
my ego buried
in the sand
Crystal
a glass dragonfly
darts through the air and alights
on my upturned palm
–
low winter sun-
stained glass
painting the wall
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