The Looking GlassA Poem by Shadow WalkerLife is a looking glass filled with prisms of
light. Reflections of our lives shimmer in our eyes. Rainbows of change that take flight. Like the sands of time they drift slowly by. Each mirrored image is another time. This is the looking glass of our lives. © 2012 Shadow Walker |
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Added on May 4, 2012 Last Updated on May 4, 2012 Author
Shadow WalkerZion, ILAboutFire and Ice Angel of Chaos A Shadow Walker I am not good nor evil, I am but a shadow between the two, not but shades of gray. I cannot be described with words for I am smoke. I am a shadow in t.. more..Writing
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