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Mirror
Can’t stop staring
At the wobbles I know
Blindfolded to beauty: Darkness
I see
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very good! Nothing like a mirror to bring out the "best" in us, which we are blindfolded to...love it!
Posted by: laurel | March 25, 2012 at 07:25 AM
I like that line "blindfolded to beauty"
Sometimes we are our worst critics
Posted by: Kathe W. | March 25, 2012 at 08:16 AM
Beautifully unique
Posted by: Gail | March 25, 2012 at 09:11 AM
I tend to stare at the wobbles...
Posted by: Tess Kincaid | March 25, 2012 at 11:18 AM
It is amazing what the mirror shows each of us ... nicely penned ...
Posted by: S.E.Ingraham | March 25, 2012 at 02:57 PM
I have more wobbles than I care to admit to so I can relate to this :)
Posted by: Little Nell | March 25, 2012 at 03:29 PM
Thanks for your words.
Wander
Posted by: Wander | March 25, 2012 at 04:21 PM
Nicely composed.
Posted by: Chevrefeuille | March 25, 2012 at 05:18 PM
i like how you call the distortions the wobbles
mirrored
Posted by: zongrik | March 25, 2012 at 07:53 PM
What a blessing to be able to see the darkness !
Posted by: Kutamun | March 26, 2012 at 03:15 AM