Looking Glass

First poem for 2015.

An eye staring at an eye,

one is sure and the other

sad and decieving

hiding something


like the glass on a mosaic

smashed and broken

bleeding in streams of red

the color of joy and sacrifice

unfurled in a knowing smile

But the other does not know

that the face beyond the glass

is the same as the one looking.

Soo… do I have any chance of making it as a poet? 😀


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