I am a mirror
seeing nothing but reflections
The lights glide to me, giving
Waves, waving the beauty of humans
The nature glorifies my vision.
Seeing the humans every glimpse
make you want to explore the outer
world of aliens with green
hair and blue skin
The blur sight of my
mirror ironies the soft hard
skin with pimple
-Asanda Mini
Wonderful, Asanda. This poem comes alive, and pushes the reader to consider its levels of meaning. I already knew you were a gifted writer, but you've shown me once again that you shine. Lovely work.
ReplyDeleteNice poem Asanda.Cedric,USA
ReplyDeleteHello Asanda,
ReplyDeleteI really like references to the vision of the mirror. Very beautiful. You see power and majesty of simple objects that comprise our world.
William
The lights glide to me, giving
ReplyDeleteWaves, waving the beauty of humans
The nature glorifies my vision.
Beautiful writing, Asanda.