Crystal Clarity

by Emma

The mirror reflects but does not convey,

The image smiles back smugly,

Yet distorted,

The eyes look bigger,

Inviting,

A window to the soul.

The light is sharp against the glass,

The orbs dance higher,

Bright blinding,

The image is still,

Frozen,

Yet the shadows creep near.

The image slowly develops

Focused and soft

An epiphany,

The emotional creation,

Clarity,

Mind and soul in tune.

I write to satisfy a need. I need to write to convey my passion. My passion lies within my words.

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…

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