Mirrors

this poem was written by a friend of mine: Grace


she watches my every move.
her dark hair and warm smile
seem so familiar, yet it looks so
alien to me. i touch the cold
glass that divides us. i know
what we are! we are the mirrors
of the past and future.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
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COMMENTS
Adeline Foster 04 August 2012
Well done. By Grace or for Grace? REad mine - O Night - Adeline
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