reflectionA Poem by john alan willoxan older piece - didn't realize i was ever that serious...i see my fractured replica in the shards of mirror scattered on the floor, save the unreflecting pieces red with blood, and yet my shadow remains. he wonders about the tears in his arm and the passage of light but does not understand the blood and how it will affect his future. © 2013 john alan willox |
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1 Review Added on April 7, 2013 Last Updated on April 7, 2013 Authorjohn alan willoxtoronto, CanadaAbouti am a 63 year old canadian of scottish descent and have been writing since i was young - i look forward to your responses. more..Writing
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