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Mirrors

By Bruce Clifford

You made a triangle out of your face
The space in the corners longing for embrace
You made me laugh when you had to cry
The altitude you noticed was flying too high

You eclipsed the time and ran to the dirt
Trying to decide which side really hurt
You traveled on emotion with your head in the air
The money you kept was leading you to despair

Mirrors of ancient Rome
Reflections of the sacred home
Shadows of brush and vacant seeds
Let the magic gift tend to your needs
Mirrors, mirrors in the night
Mirrors in your sight
Mirrors make things right

You found the lost charm in the depths of underground
The chaos you create would never again be found
You made your reservations in the candle and the wave
Faults and chain reactions will see another day

Mirrors of ancient Rome
Reflections of the sacred home
Shadows of brush and vacant seeds
Let the magic gift tend to your needs
Mirrors, mirrors in the night
Mirrors in your sight
Mirrors make things right

You made a triangle out of your face
The space in the corners longing for embrace
You made me laugh when you had to cry
The altitude you noticed was flying too high
Mirrors of space, mirrors of time

3/3/2007 Bruce Clifford


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Name: Bruce Clifford Email: bcliff8285@aol.com
Comment: the first line "You made a triangle out of your face:.....All i can say is picture what you do everytime you look in the mirror. Bruce

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