The Bathroom mirror

Sometimes the day molds me
Into features I do not recognise
A new day when at first glance
The morning has not touched me
And neither have I had a chance
To sculpt it with anxious hands

When loving you is so effortless
Not one of my secrets is original
I set loose a hundred possessions
And stand innocent in Nothing land
Nothing land she has everything
She knows well of eternal youth.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.

12 thoughts on “The Bathroom mirror

  1. Yes indeed I am, the birds are such a delight to hear again its amazing how the seasons change…I was busy this weekend so I’m going to take a moment to rest and relax.Thank you for asking me…

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  2. you inspire me the way you write its so deeply moving thank you for words,your creativity .I hope you are in enjoying spring…Sending many blessings to you..

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