Mirror
Someone's hiding
Behind the mirror
I'm staring at the sky
At nothing in particular
I can't quite guess
what it's hiding
it's watching, waiting
to do it's bidding
creature, creature
lurking in the dark
not leaving me with a
single spark
the reflection clears
I see a face
Leaning against
The golden base
It's clear now
Clearer to see
The thing in the mirror
Isn't me
19.4.16
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Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoetryThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!
