Mirror, Mirror / Poem by Sher Chandley 

Poem by Sher Chandley 

 

Mirror, Mirror

Do you hear
The cries of my soul
Do you see 
My eyes blinded by tears
For I walk alone
I have no gold
To be wasteful or miserly
My feet unshod
Naked to truth
Tattered clothes
Of patient hardship
Who hears my pleas ?
I offer the star studded night
The song of birds and wind
The clean freshness of dew
Who heeds my call ?
Is your true image lost ?
I tell you friend
If you wipe that mirror
Deep , deep down
I am truly yourself .

Copyright 
@ Sher Chandley 
2019 / 07 / ?

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