"Mirrors" by: Marcus T. Browne

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Silence beckons

as

Both ends have empty reflections.

Blank stares and closed lips.

Its a wonder how one can love like this.

Little movement, barely seen.

Thoughts wonder, but never gleam.

Dreams conjured with a thread and pin; though, its a sin when dreams are held within.

Thoughts wonder, but never gleam.

Little movement, barely seen

Its a wonder how one can love like this

Blank stares and closed lips

Both ends have empty reflections

as

Silence beckons.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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