Reflection

all I see.
All you see

I look in the mirror,

all I see,

wild hair,

wild eyes,

wild soul.

 

The brass frame contains,

hundereds of faces,

hundereds of days,

thousands of second glances.

 

Concern,

worry,

sadness,

hapiness,

hatred.

 

All I see is a refection.

Staring back at me.

The End

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