Poetry & Art

The Window

I imagine a window in my mind that no earthly thing could bind.

Minute by minute, hour by hour

it grows more beautiful that nothing could sour.

Some days people sit with me,

some days I am alone.

Either way I enjoy viewing my garden, never overgrown.

by Rebecca R

Benjamin Franklin once said "Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing."

I'd like to do both.

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