And Who Is That? Poem by Reshma Ramesh

superb write.......adore this one

thats nice. We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real, and we always see ourselves through other poeple's perceptions.

sometimes we don't see our own beauty until someone tells or shows us...yes, love transforms us!

The eyes are the window to the soul. And you saw your soul's reflection in the eyes of your beloved. Devilish Angel adds a little spice to this clever piece. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

*Your Image In my madness Transformed agonies Existential leanings Yourself because of me I hold your image In my eyes Like after death The snake is burnt As he carries The image of his slayer In my own circles Like a mirror in palm While you do your eyes A reflection always As you shatter me Into dust But like the snake Ye shall burn me To escape thy image And by then Ye shall see thine image In thy soul

once again i got side tracked... in the beauty of your writing.....that is so well done....10++++++++++++++ go to my poems and seek your name and you shall find the comment to this poem... HEHE Hugs........... oh sweet hugsssssssssss