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 or shook
But simply used as binding paper
In your eternal memory book
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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