My Tiny Room Of Mirrors Poem by Saint Cynosure
My Tiny Room Of Mirrors
My tiny room of mirrors,
in a voice to me once said.
Look at all these staring faces,
looking everywhere.
What do you think they seek to find,
is it happiness or sorrow?
For the faces they are all the same,
and too the life they borrowed.
Can you stare at only one?
They all call for attention.
They are all the man inside of you,
have I forgot to mention.
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4/23/2024 6:31:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Extremely interesting way of expressing a common theme.