III - ROSE

in a hall of mirrors

only i choose

which version of me 

to observe.

she and i are

two faces in flesh

forever to grow in

a garden of choices.

who she is

and who i am

reflect in surfaces

we decide.

i aim to please,

but perhaps

she doesn't.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I adored the poetry dear Emunah.
(she and i are
two faces in flesh
forever to grow in
a garden of choices)
The above lines were my favorite. A lucky life. We are allow to grow to a beautiful rose. Thank you dear poet for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote