Face To Face
An image of myself I stare
How you’ve grown, Oh how you’ve changed
Those Ideals you swung taunt me
You’re something pure and innocent
Novel to the world and acquitted of its sin
While I am anchored in its seas
I stand abashed to say that I am you
Our eyes meet in only but retention
In this realm where you remain the same
While I am Soiled, I hold you dear
As a reflection that I may embody once again.
Copyright © Ronny Madonsela | Year Posted 2012
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