The window reflects
Dove and sparrows eating grain
Busier than I
They eat the seed I buy ~ but
I have the best of the deal
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The mirror reflects
My own face but much older
There is something wrong
Why can't it portray my face
Without the sorrow showing
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Copyright © Res JFB 18th May 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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