the Looking GlassA Poem by lowriterA reflection of myself.
I look into the Looking glass, what do I see?
I see a world left behind the image of me. Does this have some further meaning? Some tempting thought i wonder? The more I contemplate that view, the more I see past yonder. I see the trees and the green of the hills. I see the rolling tones and cliffs of the sea. I look into the Looking glass and all of a sudden I see me. I see the wares and takes of life, the challenges in my mind. I see the eyes that have seen many troubles, leaving motion to remind. I see the joys and laughter of a woman who comes from young to old. i see the mysteries and the secrets that her soul unknowingly holds. I see the rain and smells of the earth as all becomes one. I see the fields and fires of war, all happening under our sun. I look into the Looking glass, what is it that i see? All of the things that in this life he forever made me. © 2014 lowriterFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorlowriterpocatello, IDAboutFor me words are my release. I am new to strict structure in my writings, but i love the way you can describe almost anything. I have been writing for a while, and friends told me to go pro.. so here .. more..Writing
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