A Looking Glass
Poems are looking glasses in our world
A way to express what we never say.
The unexpressed on paper come unfurled,
Secrets then hidden, now seen fly away.
A view not of nature but of the heart,
Views every-changing, keleidoscope-like.
To see in the world that each does their part,
Magic crystals and poems aren't unlike.
Gaze into a soul to understand life
Mystery concealed, expressed through writing.
Through poetry you'll see sacrifice, strife,
With hermits and idealists uniting.
This looking glass offers a single look
Into each world, each view, someone's own nook.
This poem is about:
Our world
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