Windows to the soul
Glass warped, contorted
Eyes deceive
Fun House mirror misshapen
Panes cracked, grimy with shame
Truth twisted, unrecognizable
Looking deep within
Murky shadows emerge
Secrets lurk behind broken sashes
Dark glass mysterious
Explore beyond what you see
Delve into the unfathomable
Thin spiral notebook 
Alice in Wonderland. That is what this reminds me of. And it also makes me smile. Thanks.
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Your words are like windows to the soul, this piece was no exception to that.
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Very cool!
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That is awesome!
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The image and the poem go well together. The temptation to drift beyond the “sashes” is ever present.
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I see the creative old woman that lived in a yellow shoe 🙂
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that last line is amazing. great picture
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Love both the image and the poem!
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