Mirrors of the soul are
insatiable for light--
a perpetual lantern--
with polished honeycombs of delight.
Telecoptic memories,
angled and honed, deflect
those imperfect, horrid things
of darkness which seep in the night.
The sharper the image,
the more clear is our sight--
recording our daily strife--
and replaying history for insight.
Distorted, unsilvered, scratched
mirrors distort, cause us fright--
why not try it by moonlight--
all illusions beam with pure might!
Flexible, celestial mirrors
reflect what we know is right . . .
(and hide the soiled mem'ries)
illuminate pathways to twilight!
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
William
Thank you!
Maria
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