The soul is a window
That welcomes a breeze.
Inside is Eureka;
Or does it just tease?

A soul welcomes sunshine,
Yet reflects the outside.
An open promise of
A place to confide.

Yet a soul can contain
A potion of danger
That traps and destroys an
Unwelcome stranger.

A soul can be fickle
Admiring the beauty,
Yet destroy it out of
A sense of duty.

So beware of the soul
That beckons too quickly,
For there lies the trap that
Makes the heart sickly.

Still, consider the soul
That has suffered the most.
A window still open
And nothing to boast.

by Linda L. Rigsbee
Poems & Quotes by Linda L. Rigsbee
HOMEDear Tales

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