I stood before the window
There was my reflection
Marked and masked
Wondering, questioning
I saw me
And was not bothered
Categories: Psychology
I stood before the window
There was my reflection
Marked and masked
Wondering, questioning
I saw me
And was not bothered
Categories: Psychology
Isn’t it fascinating that that same reflection has the power to change direction from day to day. Good or bad lighting is everything. Great poem!
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