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Here I stand with a mirror, Can I stand any nearer. Here I stand for those who see, In the mirror of the free. Free to stop and to gaze, On a moor that’s filled with haze. But I stop and see the wild, At the past as was a child. Children do not look for long, In this mirror is a song. It sings of life in back of me, From a time that I can see. Seen from where a place I stand, Of a life upon the land. It was plenty, it was life, It was filled with hate and strife. Now I look from past to future, In this mirror I will nurture. I will feed the heart I found, That was picked up of the ground. I can see the life for me, As I see it filled with glee. Closer now I place my mirror, Now I see them so much clearer. Clearer now these things to be, From a past that frightened me. When I look my life gets clearer, As I gaze into my mirror |
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Very thought provoking-Thank you-
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Nice very nice
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Thank you for rhyming! I don't like getting annoyed by anything; I try to be relaxed and cool. But the definition of poetry is a story that rhymes. So I'm sick of people randomly talking about their grandmothers hair and saying it's poetry just because they spoke in an odd or surreal way. So definitely; thank you! It was nice.
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Good words Mr. G...and let me know if you ever get a chance to step inside and look back at the mirrors reflection,wink,lol..
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Here I stand with a mirror, Can I stand any nearer. Here I stand for those who see, In the mirror of the free. Free to stop and to gaze, On a moor that’s filled with haze. But I stop and see the wild, At the past as was a child. Children do not look for long, In this mirror is a song. It sings of life in back of me, From a time that I can see. Seen from where a place I stand, Of a life upon the land. It was plenty, it was life, It was filled with hate and strife. Now I look from past to future, In this mirror I will nurture. I will feed the heart I found, That was picked up of the ground. I can see the life for me, As I see it filled with glee. Closer now I place my mirror, Now I see them so much clearer. Clearer now these things to be, From a past that frightened me. When I look my life gets clearer, As I gaze into my mirror Awww Yes the Mirror,,, Me like (((( Craig )))) I cant wait to see what this magical Mirror has in store for you future,, |
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Thank you for rhyming! I don't like getting annoyed by anything; I try to be relaxed and cool. But the definition of poetry is a story that rhymes. So I'm sick of people randomly talking about their grandmothers hair and saying it's poetry just because they spoke in an odd or surreal way. So definitely; thank you! It was nice. Actually poetry means more than just rhyming your words. The difference between different styles preferred by some more than others is what makes each style unique. One of the greatest poets of all time is Alfred Hitchcock, and for the most part his do not rhyme. He is definately my favorite poet, yet our styles are quite different. {{{{{{{{{{MOM}}}}}}}}}} {{{{{{{{{Familia}}}}}}}}} As For looking back at the mirrors reflection, that in itself another writting all together. To those who enjoy the words I write, I thank you for reading. G |
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Awww the things we see within the mirror
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Accepting and Understanding what many refuse to see, smart man!
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I enjoy the words that you write, and, I thank you for continue-ing to share them with us.
Good read! |
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