I don't even know myself

‘Nice to meet me’ said I about the lovely town in Southern France whilst driving – ’I’m kind of a francophile and I like thy legs’. I said that for they looked real nice; oh so fine. Legs and hazel wavy hair? there should be more to me than meets the I.

I know my name is Laurène;
I know thy name is Laura for I was born on the Channel Sea.
with shadows of cliffs hanging upon me.

I talk to thee, I talk to me;
I talk to the wind in tongues of ancient kings
and I say.

I’m one, one goes to the mirror:
She sees a woman from the sea – can she sea the real me?

I don't even know myself

rockko

Santos, Brazil

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A prose about recognizing your face but not knowing who you are.

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