#241-Reflections
29/03/2018
Can it really be a mirror?
Seemingly made of stone,
Worn down in time,
Carrying a danger sign,
As waves batter,
The fragile tranquility inside…
Reality looks out from a distance,
But I close my eyes,
Rejecting a truth I understand,
But don’t embrace,
Preferring to fight instead.
One day I’ll enjoy the splashes,
Cool spray, and getting wet.
It’ll feel good.
I can imagine it even now.
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