Damian Theodosiou

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A glass window
that anyone can see into
because there is nothing to hide.
The curtains are always pulled back,
letting the sun shine in.
 
Like a reflection in a pool,
what you see is what is there.
It is still and calm,
but some may focus on the few ripples
that occasionally distort the reflected image.
 
Clear as a whistle breaking the silence.
Crisp and honest.
Direct and truthful,
But some only hear the sharpness of the whistle’s note
piercing their ears.
 
The window’s open transparency,
the pool’s bubbling laughter,
the whistle’s ring of truth.
These are my defining characteristics.
Yet others perceive me in whatever way they choose.





[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]


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