Mirror Of Morning Poem by poem whore

Mirror Of Morning

Rating: 5.0


gentle ocean breeze
soothing calm relaxing
it takes me to my knees
I lose power to control
the bottled up emotions
riping away at my soul
I watch as the sunset goes
and wait for a new day
hoping the paste
will one day fade away
although it has made me
who I am today
I can change
but can not control my fate

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ted Sheridan 12 April 2008

It takes a intelligent person to know what they can and cannot change.

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