Day 9: Concrete Poetry

A Gem

I

I  am !

Who am I ?

Am I just body ?

or senses assembled ,

like. feelings within leather.

Or  I am someone else altogether.

I might have flaws, or I'm just perfection

But when I look at you, I see own reflection..

¿uoᴉʇɔǝlɟǝɹ ʎɯ ǝǝs I op ʎɥʍ 'noʎ ʇɐ ʞool I uǝɥM

uoᴉxǝldɯoɔ ɹou 'sʞool ʎɯ ǝʌɐɥ ʇ,uop no⅄

ɹǝʌǝɹoɟ ǝʞᴉl slǝǝɟ ʇnq ʍouʞ ʇ,uop I

ɹǝɥʇǝƃoʇ ǝɹǝɥ ǝɹɐ ǝʍ ʍoɥǝɯos

pǝlqɯǝsǝɹ   ,sʎɐʍlɐ I
ǝǝɥʇ  pǝʇɔǝlɟǝɹ ⅋
ɯɐ  - I zoɔ,
ǝʞᴉlɯǝפ
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