Through The Looking Glass Poem by Alex Retzlaff

Through the looking glass and through the entire mortal mass.
I see the face, i see her last trace
Her wings so delicate, and every move she makes is so intricate.
With the highest hopes and the most care there she wanders to share.

The last of her kind like a bonded book combined she looks as if she is confined, but she is so refined.
Her life is irreplaceable and her thought are so graceful as the morning sunshine.

Her thought like a sunrise make me hypnotized.
If used and confused here i am like a bewildered shattered memory.
A memory so contemporary.
It's the last stance through the looking glass.