Friday, December 8, 2017
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I am the old ruin on the edge of town.
Once a bright large stately home filled
With gaiety and laughter, with servants
Scurrying around, cleaning, washing, cooking
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7/27/2025 10:04:07 PM # 1.0.0
I am the old mirror hanging on a decayed wall. I am now opaque with dust. People once looked at me and admired my gilt edges. I am silent lost in my memories. a very fine poem. i am a mirror, i waited for someone to look into me. from the reflections of the mirror you travel to the world of the philosophy of life. tony