Poetry
A mirror to reflect
matters too close or too dear,
A key to break
chains of bondage and fear,
A fire to forge
a blade of truth,
A song to soar
the night skies through,
A canvas for what
was felt but not seen,
A riddle in words,
but what does it mean?
Copyright © Gary Watkins | Year Posted 2015
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