fiction and poetry, Heart, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry, Tears


shining mirrors
literally a dozen of them
or maybe hundred
stacked against each other
as I walk past them,
with the grey sky above
I see two worlds
two realities,

In one there is merry all around
people are happy,
children are happy,
the weather is beautiful
the animals are running

In the other,
people are fighting
children are crying
the earth is dying
the animals are killed

but which of them is a vision made
of glass
and which is the astounding existing

what you choose to see
in either of them
will be the reality
the rest would be a vision
which would be shattered
like it always has been.


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