Inside the Stain Glass

Outside the colored glass, lurking in murk

Watching, dark eyes cast up, lamps quite dark

A hunger, to touch, the glass, hunger lurk

.

A hand reaches, to stroke the jeweled mark

To look into the other world and see

A fantasy-land, the other world spark

.

A contrast to life outside where I be

Where I sit still dreaming outside, alone

Wanting to be there, a china doll me

Sitting in a splendor, life not known

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This was written for Dverse’s Terza Rima Challenge

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