Dusk From My Window

Dusk from my window;
dust on the window;
dirt on the window....
yet the beauty shines through.
Would it were that the slate could be cleaned.
But I fear it cannot,
it will not be....
If tears could clean the slate,
which they cannot,
Perhaps we'd have a clearer view.
But dust & dirt on my window,
Won't let the Love shine through.

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