Only Grows Poem by Martin Webb

Only Grows



A mirror hold faces fixed,
but never
the soul

A soul
can never be seen, it can just be- -
a ripple, a breeze, a passing thing

Only the body,
fixed
reflects time

A soul only grows

Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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