Tag: modern sonnet
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for Wednesday’s Muse & dVerse
Reflection This mirror grows old. A mirage of flaked silver. Flecked specks of questioning looks where time shines. Some fine young woman of centuries ago looks back at herself, looks to change her past. Looks to the future. And now it’s mine. It hangs on the wall. Catches the late afternoon sun. Reflects through the…
It's Still Life 