Tuesday, June 3, 2025

 poem of the day June 3 

The inner door
The gate placed
to separate
mask from soul
We all have one
Some have doors 
mostly open
Some have doors 
mostly closed
When you look
at your eyes
in the mirror
Do you see
who you are?
Or what you 
pretend to be?
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