Mirrors

The art of poetry becomes more than words on a page in prose when the conductor of the pen wields it properly, and shadows of the mind are strewn about the room.

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I have no answers...just lessons learned from mistakes
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One Response to Mirrors

  1. After reading everything on this page, I came back to this. It explodes at me with so much truth! I enjoyed everything here, but this is so simply brilliant!

    My poem this week: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/25/she-sat-alone-2/

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