The 30 second --
WINDOW
Swings open
Not each day
ANY LONGER
But every year
Every ten years
It vacillates
In the reality
Of opportunity
For adorations
As time passes
Chances diminish
Desires whither
It doesn't matter
ANY MORE.
By Lady Lost
Copyright � 2002
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**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this poem is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
**The phrase, "30 seconds," within this work was not meant literally, it was utilized by the author to indicate a great deal of frequency, to stress this frequency, which no longer exists.
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