Into immortal mirrors
We look
Binding our Eternal Books
Meditating
Lost in holy dreams
Thinking about
Things or people
Life or Death has took
Some we may forget
Or overlook
But never those who shined like
Morning sunshine
On dam or brook
For true love or friendship
When finally hooked
Can never be mistaken
0r shook
But simply used as the glue
The binding paper
In our Eternal Book
Of The Afterlife
Of this
Our current life
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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