Talking To Mirrors Poem by Kiy Anu

Words slaved to place in verse so
cleverly construed as fake,
these words will forever remain an
untold cursed mistake.
A language heard spoken as if
reflected indirectly,
no tears for the words which were
heard incorrectly.
Such words sought by fools I fear can
not understand,
the dance of speech so mirrors the
wind and sand.
Only the test of time shall see these
weary souls fate,
understanding can not come for it has come
too late.