Heather Mirassou PoetryFaith is love taking the form of aspiration. |
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MIRROR
Mirror, no preconceptions,
Honesty, truthfully Watching a woman Who grows from young girl to old woman. The mirror becomes Part of the woman’s self The mirror becomes a lake. She sees herself and tears flow…of revelation. The woman will always come back… And meet her friend of truthfulness.
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Date: 27 March, 2008 2008 Copyright PoetryCraze.com. |