The Mirror

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    The Mirror

     I look in the mirror and what do I see,
      The reflection of someone I used to be...
    The reflection itself has a mirror image of me,
       Or someone I am striving to be...
    The image is strange and bold,
      It seems to be the me of old....
    Why does the mirror reflect so much,
      When you can see it, but it can't be touched>>>

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    stolee’s Poems (10)

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    Regrets 0 04/04/2011
    New Beginning 0 04/04/2011
    You 0 11/16/2009
    The Mirror 0 11/16/2009
    Alone No More 1 11/26/2008
    Evening Comes 0 11/26/2008
    Love is Gone 3 11/26/2008
    Left Unsaid 2 11/26/2008
    Secret Love 2 11/26/2008
    The Sand 0 11/26/2008
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