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Mirrors reflection
Mirrors reflection
This mirrors glass seems an immortal concept
When we disregard thoughts and deeds,
But are those ghostly visions just shadows,
Forgotten images of what we were
Come softly shine thy gentle light
Over a mirror’s silent glow,
Then s surely seems the glasses pane
As an expression of what we were
Farewell to night’s reflections,
And good-by our mysterious past,
And keep what’s left here chained and bound
To a picture of what we were
From where resigns our mirrors glass
Reaching for a bright tomorrow,
Where all that wait near things forgot
Are images of what we were
By m.n.
marklnorton@shaw.ca
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