Reflection Poem
Reflection
I
look down at the water and do you know what I see?
It
is my very own face staring right back at me.
Certainly
this is not a deception.
Rather
it is my very own reflection.
The
water carries my face in the crystal sunlight.
My
eyes looking back at me are like a second sight.
Unfortunately
I cannot live two lives.
My
real being lives on but my reflection dies.
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