Vanity Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Vanity



When she walks down his lonely streets,
A mismanaged gunfighter,
She speaks words that mirror light,
Like a fish looking into a mirror
Wondering what she is….

Friday, May 11, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: fish,lonely,mirror
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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