You are a mirror
in which I see myself – only prettier.
You work miraculously,
for it is I who reflects
when I look deep into your eyes.
I can feel myself sprout
beneath your understanding light,
and in your every breath, I find
a new comprehension
of myself.
I hear my words
return to me,
echoing in your depths,
and every passerby
brings meanings unthought.
I pose for you,
effortlessly correcting
the posture of my mind,
somehow becoming
who I always was.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 6:27 AM UTC
You are a mirror
in which I see myself – only prettier.
You work miraculously,
for it is I who reflects
when I look deep into your eyes.
I can feel myself sprout
beneath your understanding light,
and in your every breath, I find
a new comprehension
of myself.
I hear my words
return to me,
echoing in your depths,
and every passerby
brings meanings unthought.
I pose for you,
effortlessly correcting
the posture of my mind,
somehow becoming
who I always was.
