Invisibly Glimpsed

Unlocking the window

of storming thoughts,

into a closed sealed ghetto…

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Sentient flowing mist,

pastel softening gist,

moonlight loving tryst,

struggling to coexist…

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As knocking haunted,

worried souls.  Within those watch

tower scrolls.  As their never ending,

battle..  Continues a,

whispering roll..  Storming their delusion,

within a silent portal..

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To Jane Dougherty;

you asked me to add my interpretation

for the image below!