Beyond the glass...A Poem by Craig FromanI will believe, come what may...
How dark the rain that stained the glass like blood, Each drop crawling in a slow, steady stream. An endless river, a torrential cursing flood, Washing all joyous life away, it would seem. Somehow beyond the glass my eyes perceived A world in living movement and color now. How my heart truly ached to believe, What this painted canvass might allow. Now my fingers cling to the cold, clear pane; Out there is a wondrous world to pass. My eyes, my darkened eyes remain, May they ever behold what is beyond the glass...
© 2011 Craig FromanAuthor's Note
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Added on January 18, 2011Last Updated on January 18, 2011 AuthorCraig FromanSmall town, ARAboutWe don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, eng.. more..Writing
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