The window that let the light in and kept the night time quiet, disappeared silently through the door,only to appear at the other end of the hall,smiling with deep intent.Reflecting back at me, silent night.The view I see from here knows no other way, it was already written before I arrived,many others have seen and wondered,but understanding can sometimes be a closed window.Peter Pan knew the way.Inspiration with insights into our own desperation.The sparkle that gives life it's shine is never far away.Open the window and breathe in .Magical moments of reflective beauty decide the fate of unseen presidents.
and than when the dust settles of the lifes before, we see the beauty.
ReplyDeleteI love what you wrote Indra....
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