who do you see
mirror before your eyes
where dance
the winds
of your youth
dreams broken
love wrongs
unspoken
paint upon the image
seen
dusty brick walls
windows in song
shadows as stains
long faded
images paraded
did you belong
raven song
sings to your belief
echo of your season
broken mirror
a reflection’s call
to reason
Only an old abandoned houses that I liked to explore. Never saw any dreams of my youth in those. I have watched shadows travel across the room, but never saw one leave a stain behind.
You create some haunting images with your brief lines of poetry reflection.
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‘ a reflection’s call to reason’…
An evocative piece of writing..
Diana…🍃
into a masterfully coherent whole.
You create some haunting images with your brief lines of poetry reflection.
Ron