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A
Painting |
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A
Window |
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A
Mirror |
A
window
to the
world
A
painting
to some
Sometimes
slowly
beckoning
Sometimes
saying
come.
See
what’s
in your
world
Through
the pane
of your
life
Tell me
what you
think
you see
Is your
world
cold as
ice?
When
you
glance
upon
yourself
Is the
painting
colored
vivid
Or is it
just a
mirage
Of a
life you
wished
you
lived?
Why not
change
the
colors
Take on
a
brighter
hue
Change
the
reflection
of your
life
A mirror
paints
only
you.
Take
your
mirror
of what
was
And
change
the
image
daily
Make
your
work a
masterpiece
Make
sure you
know
what
it’s
saying.
To you
a mirror
is a
picture
Of the
one true
self you
have
But the
face you
see each
day
Is a
picture
for the
other
half.
Take the
two and
make
them one
A
glorious
work of
art.
A
painting
of what
was and
is
A fresh
canvas
for a
new
start.
Twanica
Adcock
© 2004
used
with
permission
twanica@knology.net
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