Poem -
Mirror, Mirror
Keen pieces on the floor
Misfortune two and fourscore
Glitter scatters tiled spaces
Each ponders wicked faces
Demons reflected we possess
Exorcized in what's confess
Quicksilver glosses fissure glass
Guilty pleasures beyond amass
Psyches gravitate to the bad
Oft coveting things never had
Shards are only notions scattered
Relic remnants never mattered
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Comments
Epic and wrote with such immense skill.Β Enjoyed.
Thank you so much for your support Simon
Splendidly crafted, Poetess!Β
thank you Ian