Two ways she flows her heart a window

Two ways she flows her heart a window,
Sanctuary beyond the rainbow.
Mirror mistress’s reveal nothing of themselves,
Placing individuality upon the shelf.
Tell me, do you perceive the mirror to know all you know?
What depths are left un-reachable through the looking glass?
Beyond the glow, lost are the reflections of those who long
Since slipped into a void of shadows, . Galvanised souls.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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