any picture comes to my mind, i try to give it a body of words, love to sit on other blooms, for honey, color, fragrance........
Thursday, 13 August 2015
Reflections
I stand before the mirror
Echo. Error
I do see myself, you know
Echo. No
Who is that if it’s not me?
Echo. Me
Am I the echo of myself?
Echo.
Self
Is the person without self nothing?
Echo. A thing
What will I do with things that die?
Echo.
Dye
You’re mad, Echo, dye with what glove?
Echo.
Love
Through this body will then my soul express?
Echo. Yes
Posted for Mary’s prompt @ MTB dVerse
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