paper stared glass windowA Poem by Bea Wass
Paper satred glass window
Hung in a workshop
One is a live space
Only a artist can see the
The lovely in the stared
Paper in the window of the small work space
One a bed room now a work space
For the only one who saw it
In the stared paper
Saw what it could be
What it is now
Paper stared glass window
© 2008 Bea WassReviews
|
Stats
427 Views
1 Review Added on June 7, 2008 |

Flag Writing