Photograph 1
A mirrored image is what I take.
Outside glance peers inward at the lake.
Falesity declares upon another's lip;
The fullness of my mouth takes a grip.
Shadows dark seem to drape over me.
Beauty that can't be hid the light sees.
Eyes to hands mirror image I stand.
Before me open the door grand.
April 13 2016
Copyright © Christy Teas | Year Posted 2016
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