Paper Windows
I am here behind the paper
Dreams
Hopes
Rhythm
Fears
Beliefs
“Eyes are the windows to the soul,” they say
But mine are hidden in distance and time
You cannot see the windows to my heart.
You are there beyond the paper
Dreams
Hopes
Rhythm
Fears
Beliefs
Your windows look outside as well as in
Panes of thought watching out for a story
My story floats by and you find my heart.
Friendship exceeds words on paper:
Dreams
Hopes
Rhythm
Fears
Beliefs
But you read my paper and I read yours
And story briefly transcends our windows
Writing a bond between distance and time.
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