Poem: Barely Seen

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Barely Seen

Dark rooms. Faint lights.
Rich colors, barely seen.
A medieval space
inside your head.

About this poem

Calm exterior. Vibrant interior. I’m never as zen as I seem. At 62, I am finally at peace with that.

Tom

 

 

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