Reflections
A moment reflected
In the mirror’s of time;
Images blurred
Fleeting yet clear.
Battles scars
-Emotional
Which bind
Us to all we ever were.
Here is this moment,
Open your eyes
And look forward
To the adventures that await
The inquiring imagination
Shall find
A journey well worth the wait.
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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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