reflection of the world
09/1998

i can only imagine it
a warm familiar glow,
far away from the harsh world below.
where i would share my dark secrets with the trees,
listen to the wind whisper advice,
and ask the rocks to share their ancient wisdom.
i only know of this place,
the opposite of reality,
deep inside my mind.
a perfect vision
for a perfect place.
i am the only visitor
to the reflection of the world.

 

 

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