What Am I (Poetry)Apr 20, 2008 - 18:18 PM PST What am I? Am I a figment of your imagination? Perhaps I will disappear as the weather cools, and my mirage evaporates in your eyes. Damp, foggy blue spheres of anticipation. I see the world in the glassy orbs, twisting, shifting, creating, I strain to see clearly through the pollution. Do I see myself...what am I? |
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