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RE: Searching for the Smiling Boy in the Mirror (Day 20)
Interesting reflection, @corderosiete, what do you mean by this:
We wake up from the dream when strange people call us LORD.
(Do you mean, dying, and return to the Light?)
I mean that in our mind we do not get old. We look the same, even without wrinkles that we detect in the mirror. In my country is synonymous with "Lord" someone older.
Good is what I understood from your poem. The wonderful thing about this world of poetry is that each of us identifies with the verse and appropriates it.
Oh, I see! By Lord I thought you meant G_d :) Thanks, again, for your thoughtful comments. Yes, a poem has a life of its own and speaks, differently, to readers.
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