Bernard F. Asuncion Mirror Poems

The ancient oak, a weathered soul,
Embraces winds, a silent stroll.
Its gnarled hands, a testament to time,
Whispering secrets, a timeless rhyme.
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Looking at the face mirror
Is to know our own error
Making our life get better.
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L-ook at the rearview mirror,
I-t brings you truly closer;
I-magine your big dreams,
N-ot yesteday's bad weather.
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A-s life is like a mirror,
R-eflection says every detail;
N-ever get angry at it,
O-r you'll eventually fail.
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M-irror's eyes clearly see
Y-our own true reflection;
L-et its face not show
E-ach blurred or obscured
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