Reflecting Fool

and I left two doors open
prior, open in the hallway I wandered along
which was first is of little comfort
nor meaning

they gazed into the mirror at the end
at the end of the labyrinth
the maze of my idiosyncracies
staring back at me

and a sweet smell
Oh, how sweet it was it glided on the wind even
after you were gone and
my mind was closed again


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A little person on a little island in a little planet

Posted on February 14, 2013, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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