in stained glass Beleaguered Servant20151025201512311 Comment on in stained glassOriginal Poems when color’s let loose and light plays, the mind is set free To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading...Tagged: Tags Lunes Poetry Related Posts In Setting Out We See, And Yet We Miss Security and Exchange glamorizing fear Published by Beleaguered Servant Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant
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I have a pinterest board of nothing but stained glass. Even just pictures of it make me feel calm or energized, depending on where I am in the moment. Love this description!