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molded
by hands strong,
but with a loving touch
reaching for the sky
filled with the hues of the day
sunlight upon your face
as you create life, from another time and place
golden bronze....it stands tall
rounded corners, turrets and all
windows, into another world
of beauty and grace
Its life, is short lived
and soon will return, to where...it all began
and your hands, will let it slip away
for you know, it must be
windows to your soul, for all to see
creation of beauty, held within
so rare the heart beat of life
that is stored, in rooms of the heart
there shall always be sadness,
at the loss of beauty
but, within you, life grows
waiting, resting there for its rebirth,
for it must be
©2000
MidNight Wind Creations
Used with Permission
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