Mirror
With open eyes
we gaze at
things visible,
in smiles of
disguise,deep
wounds,
pines within are
covered.
In learning we
dare not go
beyond
our imagination,
and the content
of our skull.
All we hear
around us is
whispering,
in conversation
and sharing
we learn that
leads our path.
In sentimental
feelings we go
the loner path.
In giving we
learn not to
withhold,
we see others
through us
we see
ourselves
through our
dealings.
Copyright © Micheal John | Year Posted 2013
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