In this reflection
Even angels fall
Speaking white whispers
That answer love's call.

They surround the person
Who looks for her soul
But what she really sees
Only she will ever know.

Does she see beauty?
Or does she see pain?
Maybe she sees a kid
Caught out in the rain.

A reflection only holds
Importance for those of
Us concerned with outside
Looks alone.
Too bad they don't
Make a mirror that
Sees into our
Soul.

Would you look?



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