Where the living appeal
have left the field less to conceal
than to leave as impressive
as glass houses so to speak
fall apart when turns to sleet.
As seasons proceed
where to be seen of me
as yet to be.
Or is this the field the inner and outer
contain by window constrained?
While the night air draws
its shield ladies away
and the storm abates
would there the beautiful remain.
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