Through The Looking Glass

Through the looking glass
You could see your mask
Dreams will come true
With only a clue
Wandering aimlessly alone
To find my way home
Winds swept under my feet
My hands began to meet
I closed my eyes
Remembering my ties
Trying to make a dash
Through the looking glass

by Sharon Adamson

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You write so beautifully, keep writing!