I asked my reflection what his name was I wondered if he could see the way But he didn’t respond Just kept staring at the pond His mouth forming every word that I say I asked my reflection for an answer To the questions that I would never say But he didn’t respond His faceContinue reading “REFLECTION”
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Owl
in the dark, soft feathers small head, large eyes turning who? who? and I sit, thinking who? this unending question of existence echoed by all of nature who? and as I sit I am submerged into the dark into the soft “who?” and when I come up I am alone but fulfilled peacefully contemplating who?
