Poetry, To Me.


Poetry is like looking through a window

Seeing your oblivious form in third person, as it stares into a mirror,

Unaware of your presence, yet,

The reflection in the mirror

Stares intently at the you standing outside.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by : Soup-plz




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