I am not her, the one you used to know:
And yet your mind does make it so.
Her image lingers. It's her you see,
Even though you now look at me.
Your vision is distorted by what you've seen in the past.
It's unknown how long this illusion will last.
Now you react to a perception that rests only in your mind.
Whatever you hold, you have; and whatever you seek, you find.
The eye sees what the mind conceives,
Which is based upon what the heart believes.
Where is truth?
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This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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