As you sit by the window
Do you see the light, or the shadows, dancing out there
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I like the turns and reflections here- and the surprise of the end.
I so often sit by the window looking into my garden - having read your words, I will now look out into my garden...and into myself....
I would chose to be the slave to your master - for you have a masterful talent, in which your poetry is boundless!