Fingerprints,
On my window,
Reflecting
Stained glass
Randomness
Blurring
The light of day.
Like frosted
Memories,
Reaching out
From my past,
Seeking to touch
My psyche
One last time.
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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