Cystine temples,
placid electrolyte dreams.
Evaporated connection,
silt layered intentions.
Blinding reflections,
cloud her
once-graceful stare.
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Man...I love this...
Break that mirrior baby....
it doesn't show ya whats inside.....
it dont show your confidence thats deep within ya..
nothing is fading but time
and time is just an illusion......
some of us carry a glow....
not seen as we pass one another
but a light that makes those around them happier ..confident that all will be well...
you as a poet and a thinker have that lass....
your energy comes to me with every poem i read.
Never doubt your power as a woman and a writer lass...
my gypsy, your graceful pondering will never fade
Striking poetry
as always,
never disappointed.
by all means
you are a poet,
Liam
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What dreams though may come when certainty is what is craved. What we were once so sure of slowly fades away from us as we attempt to make some sort of sense from the multifaceted shades of grey. Does the mirror now tell us the truths we claim to crave, or do we still consider ourselves amongst the beautiful and the wise to whom the mirror often lies?
Peace
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Beautiful!!!!
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I love this. It's a terrific piece. Great word choice in this write.
Thank you for sharing this with us here on AP =)
-Kati Anne -
as long as none touched her pride....
i like it alot
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