Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses…
Emotional Turmoil
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Mirror
By Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.Whatever you see I swallow immediatelyJust as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.I …