Why are you doing this
I can't believe it's true ,
You're sharing all the words you've written,
Given them all away, to who?

What is the purpose?
What is your plan?
I chuckled deep within me
Trying to help her understand.

Each moment for us is precious,
Each sees in their own minds-eye
What is your interpretation...
From what is real, what is true ?

To hold a candle close a mirror
Watch what it's reflection displays
A dark room full of vision
Whispers of shadows dim the way.

Poems are written to be given,
Not stored away in some nook,
Everyone has some kind of vision,
Not too many can publish a book.

So onward to demonstration
Count the steps along the way,
Everyone has a vision
What can one read from the image displayed?    
 

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