ღ * ღ The Mirror ღ * ღ Poem by LeNiTa t.f

ღ * ღ The Mirror ღ * ღ



Getting there we are.
It is inexorable.
Time guides us into nothingness,
Airless place
No space between us.
There is a face...
(who is there? who is there?)
Who is going to mourn
But this face looking at me
In the eye?
Who is going to shed a tear
When my poems die?
I shall rise, i shall be strong
But something happened along the way
And the mirror doesn’t have
Anything else to say.

Lenita T.F ღ * ღ

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