StudentsA Poem by NevilleStudents We are both students of Different forms of beauty My lady labours in front of Tall mirrors daily To perfect her art And whilst she is the most Severe critic of each Fresh line or blemish She might find there I practice daily In a temple without mirrors To remind me of all the Women I have ever failed
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22 Reviews Added on August 11, 2012 Last Updated on June 18, 2019 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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