Mirrors
I see myself in the words of the various poets
that live and breathe on PoetrySoup
It’s as if mirrors have been set up
amongst the several pens
Words of happiness, love and even despair
echos my feelings of my soul deep inside
When I read the vibrant prose
my heart grows hands and reaches out
acknowledging the weathered storm I hide
I love you all
each and every one dear poets
As you mirror me
may I mirror you alike
and we shall write in harmony
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