Mirror Inward
Those who talk a lot, fall in love with their own voices. How can they ever know me, when they only see themselves. How can they really listen? And realize I have a unique identity and a story to tell, different than their own. When will their eyes open, and their closed hearts care? Once again seeing more than their own reflection.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2017
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