And we come to the poem for Day Seven…
Image by Mabel Amber, still incognito… from Pixabay
Glass Bottles
She places them on the window ledge,
in a row
against the red curtain faded by the sun
hollow glass
remnants of her past, and others she never knew
a comfort
A hint of who she was, her dusty days of glory
long ended
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