by BentleeSmith Falls, Ontario, Canada
Jan 2010 605 Views 10 comments
~I look in the Mirror~
Wet finger touches cold glass. Is this real or dreams i've been in, somewhere sometime past. Why can't I see the stare. . . reflectin cold past. Believe what you see, as your heart warms in smolder's of fire to be lit~
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Posted: Jan 2010
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Comments (10)
How true, learning to accept ones self. Very nice poem. I enjoyed.
rob
always stive to grow.