Author: Dorothy C. Fox
The window of my soul is full
of holes as I look for the right
space in my life.
Search I have done, from sun to sun,
and the spaces are still there,
waiting for me to share.
A long life I have lived
through war, peace, tranquility
and never have found the space
Le mein, they say in French, but
I do not belong there, and I
Today I still search for that
space that is truly mine.
When I find it, will my life
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