the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 367 – Reflection of Reality

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The mirror shows me
Fresh off the vine,
Newly-seized joy
Held in the palm of the hand.
Surrounded with images of
And Creationists.
Wondrous moments
Imprinted into souls
Glass-shattering beams of light
Quiet whispers fill in the empty spaces.
If this is a reflection of
Reality, pray that it never leaves.


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