Look to the mirror and see what stands.
Reach out and take my hand.
Feel the chill?
Don't look away.
With no words, I try to say.
With each glare --
Where do you stray?
Don't you see my cry for love?
About the Author
- W. Earle Smith
- Over the years, writing has been an opportunity to explore myself outside of being a choreographer. Other times, it's just something to do.
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