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What's the use of planning your future if you never sat down to read the past?

Settling down, quiet as night, eyes feasting on the message of mirrors.

Scurrying like mice, pestering people with their ignorance, not knowing a thing that happened.

Trying to conceal, but expression exposed, as eyes follow the last petal as it withers.


~Please comment on what you think the message of the poem is... ☺~

-Elaine del Fierro