The Mirror

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    The Mirror

     I look in the mirror and what do I see,
      The reflection of someone I used to be...
    The reflection itself has a mirror image of me,
       Or someone I am striving to be...
    The image is strange and bold,
      It seems to be the me of old....
    Why does the mirror reflect so much,
      When you can see it, but it can't be touched>>>

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

    stolee’s Poems (10)

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