I am a girl,
but following the seas,
I’m boldly juggling
words under the dome
in church of consciousness,
divine and puppet-like,
where you are strong
just only for my weakness.
I am the truth,
that with my lonely voice
exploding
in the utter empty silence,
is never heard
by the impure minds:
it is unlikely that
we'll ever die, my darling.
I am your mirror,
a gift to you from God,
but you still try
to smash it into pieces,
not letting see –
behind the stone face –
so zealously hiding
the immortal.
February 19, 2010
A Mirror
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