Every mirror
Gives us
Different reflections
Strange faces
There is no
Perfect mirror
All the mirrors
Are relative
We can understand
Their curvature
Only with a
Micro observation
We feel happy about
Our beautiful pictures
Who cares about
Ugly sides?
When the mirrors
Reflect the world
Into infinite layers
Of real light
We become wild
And something
Entirely different
Than we are.
Mirrors see everything in perspective. I invite you to read my poem Mirror.
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Perceptive and thought provoking lines well versified. Cleverly conveyed.