Friday, November 16, 2018

Reflection #Poetry

just a child inside a mirror,
burning fires inside of hell,
lost moments to remember,
is it you that is looking,
ripples in the pond
from a stone, who can tell?
an infants cry so distant,
all emotions cast aside,
echoes of the snow capped mountains,
the bird flies free,
against the wind swept water,
there is nowhere to hide.

Whitesnakes do it better ............. All of the time.
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