Poetry from John Culp

The mirror of life.
  It's a gift. Time will tell. 

  Some twist in the wind. 
Some fly above the clouds.

It is given,  time
 and again.

  Window Swing Free!

    Known,  knowing 
      Reflection from glance
       to stance

          I've Begun.

I cannot tell you
   all I'm feeling in
     a timely manner.

My smile is all of Me.

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