3-12-13
When you look in the mirror
You expect to see a face,
But in your haste
You can't see anything.
Upon closer inspection
You soon shall see
It wasn't your face
You were meant to see.
Your soul is reflected
Back upon you.
It's secrets,
It's colors,
It's beauty.
What I see when I inspect mine
Is a wonderful red color
That represents strength,
Love,
And energy.
What's next I see yellow
Which could only mean happiness.
Last there's blue
Don't you see
It means I have loyalty.
Everyone has a colorful soul.
The mirror sees.
All you have to do is look
And you shall see.
The colorful soul
You possess.
All you have to do is see
Your colorful soul.
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A Collection of Poetry Book Two
PoetryPoetry ranging from free verse to rhyme. There are many topics most of which derived from personal experiences. Contains 100 poems. {Poetry / Short Story}
