Best Poem of Nancy Nalbandian

Oh Mirror
Oh mirror, my mere healer
Tell me where did I do wrong
Tell me if it was me or them
Who despaired my sensual soul.
Feeble and not so strong,
You watched me rise, saunter and soar.
I stumbled, you saw
I got bruised,
You stitched each scar so well that I let it go.
You haughtily raised your head . . .
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With The Flow
He thought he left me in a meadow
Singing and dancing with the daffodils
And going with the flow
But what he did is left me in ruins.
My condition may avail him
For he is a man of mind,
Flinches as the wind blows
And love seems to be a peril.
Run, my love, run
And embrace the daffodils
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