Just another story from the wind

Chimes ringing and ringing

The unfolding

Spirals spiraling

If, if I still

Get lost in reflections

How will I ever 

Find the way?

Step by step?

Day by day?


An old man’s


Myself and daughters

Take your eyes from

The enchantress 

In the mirror 

For she knows 

More than thee.

But the wise woman 

Hushed us and cooed

“Worry not for

She is thee and may 

know more than he”.

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