Seven Years

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If eyes are windows
to the soul, whisper
what’s inside me.
Pointing fingers,
sticks and stones.
Glass houses on hills.
Change starts at home.
Search the mirror, 
no judgements here.
Could you withstand
seven years bad luck?

written by donetta sifford 4-22-2015


5 responses

  1. Thank you for dropping by!

  2. I unfortunately have had so many 7 years in broken mirrors over the years that bad luck is scheduled until 2050!

  3. Wow, this is really lovely. I really like the rhythm of it. The language packs a punch for being minimal. Very nice write.

  4. I like it. Feels like strength.

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