in death it’s too late
then to realise the abject
futility of
harbouring resentment for
the person in the mirror
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #39 Mirror and Harbor
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in death it’s too late
then to realise the abject
futility of
harbouring resentment for
the person in the mirror
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #39 Mirror and Harbor
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Wondering if it would help if we talked to the person in the mirror more often…
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Absolutely. And with kindness and not harshness
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Excellent thoughts in your Tanka. LOVE it! ❤
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Thank you 😊
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