Who's that old Man In the Mirror It's no one I recognize In there not that I care, for It's
Not Me I'm alive with thoughts Of flowers and Birds of Nature
There's still some pulsing Through my veir wild thoughts
Of things I must share not dull Things poetry In words for all To read and stare who Is that Old Man In the mirror I don't Know, only In good light word
Still sounds apoem like good
Light I how cleaning doth Reading good Is my mood
Prevented poems awarded a Poet I am purifies, popular Misty Morning wondrous twine
Good light beauty constantly
Prayed ago settled pure kettle
Images pink and white once True and kind shadows yet More time passes silently
Outside thee goodlight
Preposterous wood cavernous.
Details
- Publication Date
- Nov 5, 2011
- Language
- English
- Category
- Religion & Spirituality
- Copyright
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- Contributors
- By (author): Martinez Roberson
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- Format