Mirrors,
mirrors of the soul,
oh how beautiful the reflection of forest they are.
And shape, the shape is perfect, hourglasses.
Like that of a black widow,
so beautiful but so dangerous.
And the sound that is made,
like the wind passing through the field,
listening to the wind will only calm you,
but like any wind,
to strong and it'll knock you down.
And the psyche of just being in the presence of,
could turn anyone's emotion to delightfulness.
My friend,
a hole in myself,
that i would hope to be fixed one day,
please fix it?