Poet's Mirror Poem by Kay Moore
Poet's Mirror
Mirror, mirror in my hand.....show me who I really am,
Let my story now be told, when I was young, when I grow old.
Dust the glitter from my face, let the Goddess take her place,
Step outside....from within.....let shyness fall, to begin
We are a treasure chest, filled with gold, golden stories to be told.
Sparkling moments of love and care, for all my friends,
With whom I'll share.
Copyright Kay Moore February 2012
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4/25/2024 5:32:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
golden stories to be told. good one. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.