window to the soul.

Look over on the other side,

we have serenity and the light.

They slipped through these windowsills,

giving one some sense of sight. 

Varying in shades in between the spectrum of black to white.  

Is there still the unstained? 

Full of self-justified political rights.

 

Or is it a myriad of greys? 

and when night falls,  the skies benign. 

In a peek to the windows of a human soul  

you'd find, 

what truly meets before the naked eye.  

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