I.
I cannot be blinked
Into oblivion-
Quite like the floaters
In your peripheral vision;
Stronger than ever.
II.
The dirt enters
Her eyes a lot.
It keeps her
Grounded.
III.
Your reflection
May mirror
Your every move,
But it can
Still look
Nothing like you.
©Aaysid
“The most beautiful images are often the least honest.”
Manu Larcenet, Ordinary Victories
Photo by Donald Tong from Pexels
So beautiful Aaysid 😍
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Thank you so much. 😊
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My pleasure 😊
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Well done!!!
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Thank you. 😊
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Beautiful lines…
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Thank you. 🙂
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Three beautiful little poems Aaysid! I loved the line, ‘The dirt enters Her eyes a lot.’
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I am so glad that you enjoyed this collection. Thank you so much.
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My pleasure Aaysid!
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