Poet's Mirror - Poem by Kay Moore
Mirror, mirror in my hand.....show me who I really am,
Let my story now be told, when I was young, when I grow old.
Dust the glitter from my face, let the Goddess take her place,
Step outside....from within.....let shyness fall, to begin
We are a treasure chest, filled with gold, golden stories to be told.
Sparkling moments of love and care, for all my friends,
With whom I'll share.
Copyright Kay Moore February 2012
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