In A Nutshell Read Count : 21

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The ties that bind, 
made me blind, 
that played with my mind, 
I now decline. 

The reflection in the mirror, 
of someone I hold dear, 
is full of smiles and laughter, 
with eyes shining clear. 

The darkness that crept in, 
no longer puts my tail in a spin, 
because I knew I would win, 
against that virus within. 

Perfect, 
I will never be, 
but imperfectly perfect, 
that is me. 

Comments

  • Wow,what a lovely,amazing poem.

    May 09, 2020

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  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    As we all are🦋love it🦋🦋🦋❤️

    May 09, 2020

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