Fix my keys.A Poem by MariamCome, fix
my keys, they don’t want to tinkle. 20 I am, ah
bosom friend… My forehead
got the first wrinkle. And you ? Look in my mirror, it lay here in pieces. Ha ha ha! Laughs his reflection, catching God’s smile... Feel how it creases. © 2013 Mariam |
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1 Review Added on April 22, 2013 Last Updated on April 22, 2013 Tags: faith, God, life, philosophy, death Author |