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Has ever one single looking glass
ever stared right at you, looking back?
Watching as all of your faces passed,
changing; crying; aging; trying?
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One in which your years are mapped
and where all of your spirits reflect
right there, in your looking eyes--
the only one who really ever knew?
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Tell me, has ever one looking glass
ever risen with the sun
and danced with the moon
and seen into your looking eyes, frozen
as the world moved right on by?
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I have one such looking glass--
I can't hardly stand the stare.
Mirror, mirror, she's everywhere
but my face is turned to the sun,
and I will never look back.
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About the Creator
Sara Wynn
Poetry is my language, and Earth is my playground.
Comments (1)
This was very profound and relatable. Loved your poem!