#1243


Beside a running river with my thoughts running astray
My eyes glare at me and my insouciant soul smirks back
Mockery of all my facades of vision it was
By a mirror so alive
Has this cleared my vision or has it bought me back into the diminishing world of clarity
I don’t see the river anymore, I don’t see me

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Posted on April 20, 2011, in poetry, Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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