Poetry Pleases: View Through A Misty Window
There's a fragile beauty in the view through a misty window, as Caroline Glyn's poem reveals.
This is a world of colour without shape,
Lights melting, shifting, perfect as a dream
Blending, as in an artist's fantasy.
For all is beauty through the misted glass;
It holds me like a vision in a trance;
Yet, fragile as a dream, it cannot last.
A hand, not knowing of the damage done,
Will wipe it clear, and then all will be past.
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