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Poetry Corner: Looking Glass Country - Cosmic Whispers
Alice, today, throughlooking glass, darkly. Vision of you, there,back of branches, lightly. Running toward that,swiftly moving away. Forest closes in,or maybe expands. Yearning leaves streakson veins of old kisses. Bowed and turned,soul whispers reflection. Feel a light embracefrom behind the mirror. ©2011 Joanne Sprott