My glass bowlA Poem by ReettaI'm sitting inside a glass bowl, watching the trees curve and bend, letting the sky sew and mend my patchwork of a mind. I'm sitting inside a glass bowl, wondering -- how far can I reach? Is it only me in this bowl, is there one for each? I'm sitting inside a glass bowl, watching the world through a glass, and I sit still in the hustle going past I'm sitting inside a glass bowl, adoring the vastness of my space . The world outside seems to be in awful haste
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