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Mirror ImageMirror images- sitting in a breezy haven, by the whispering sea... Watching, writing, absorbing then writing a little more. Unaware of the beauty that is created by their silent bonding. There is nothing so rife with enchantment - as the descent of inspiration, and the subsequent transmutation, into creation. For it is a Sacred birth. And only an elegant Spirit, can pay homage and yet leave it intact, unspoiled. Allowing the perfection to simply be. Breathless wonder gently gilded with appreciation. The priceless recognition of kindred Souls - Gathered into the tribe of all Poets, Writers, and Bards. These two women - timeless mirror images - on the shore of the whispering Sea... copyrighted 9/10/04 DMH Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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