The Mirror...
The mirror smirks back
through the grime of time
with flashes of past
when life was just fine...
I grasp and I grope
and smooth out my face,
then close my eyes
to get back to that place...
Ripples of laughter
echo my head,
sizzle my heart
and take me to then...
In the slice of an instant
I open one eye,
gaze at the mirror
and give it a sigh...
Joy Weare.
15th October, 2008.
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