Who Am I, Really?
The eyes are the window of the soul
unless it’s mirrored glass that casts
the image you behold.
I can never see whatever’s
captured in your gaze.
I only see as much
as I’ve confessed upon a page…
- HymnAgen
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Ha ha....Brillance....thanks for sharing!
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Excellent write.
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my poet, loving the energy in this
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I like this poem.
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