Monday, March 23, 2020

Mirror





 Mirror Peaks and troughs galore, 
engulfing the auburn sky, 
shades of life it bore, 
uneven lows and familiar highs, 
ocean’s blue is no compare, 
to the mist borne hues, 
mountains shout out a dare, 
nature in its glory gives a cue,
 the spellbound dreamy mortal, 
stares in lost disbelief, 
the sights which mirror the soul, 
an abyss of unquenched belief.




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