The mirror focuses on you.
Little eyes dart, searching
Mine find yours
What secrets held hostage?
What thoughts lie within?
I see an expression
Close to what I hope to see
But do you notice mine
Are my thoughts showing?
Do you see me in my mirror?
I build a story about you
The shape of your face
I hold details like gold coin
The light changes and we part
Do I see you again next light?
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Karin Ravasio nature photography | motivation
HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC
An onion has many layers. So have I!
A Celebratory blog about the art of entertainment.. *Poetry, Photography, Writer, Music, Wise Quotes, and more* There is no subject that will not be touched. This is for simple entertainment, eye openers, soul nurturing and mental clarity.
Views on Football from the Front Row
Life is simple... So take notes
Never get lost in the Sauce
Fiction Writing
my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
Welcome To My World
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
Maybe her eyes were trying to send off a message you could not interpret too soon. State closely and you will know!
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I’ll keep an eye out for her. Maybe the time just wasn’t right
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The line using the word ‘hostage’ in that context was wonderful. The premise of the whole poem is amazing! Please check out my blog too? Thanks. 🙂
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I had an interesting (strangely fascinating) woman follow me to work 2 days in a row. Her eyes were on high alert. I had the sense she was hiding her eyes from sight. Give me a little bit and I’ll stop by
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Good and simply amazing. 👌
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Lovely poem!
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Thank you darling. 😀
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