
surfaces that change
dimensions of existence
enthuse
as well as
scare me
reflections
don’t speak the truth
eyes that see
twist me
out of shape
fluidity threatens
but shows alternatives
I need to see myself
in a different way
before others do

surfaces that change
dimensions of existence
enthuse
as well as
scare me
reflections
don’t speak the truth
eyes that see
twist me
out of shape
fluidity threatens
but shows alternatives
I need to see myself
in a different way
before others do
Wow, almost like the calm reflections are deceptions! Isn’t it true? They aren’t the real thing….
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Mirages are never real. Narcissus never really found his love.
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Simply beautiful Reena.
Here’s mine!
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Thank you, Keith!
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Beautifully vulnerable.
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Thank you, Na’ama!
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sand and stone
and being left alone
the silica is then glass
and some of us
just third class
individuals
eh?
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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This is so wonderful, Reena, especially those last lines,.
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Thank you so much, VJ!
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Welcome, Reena!
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Wise words, Reena.
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Thank you!
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Wonderful poem – with great wisdom too, thank you Reena! 💖
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Thank you, Suzette!
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Eloquent. Poetry as beautiful as the photo. 🙂
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Thank you, Aishwarya!
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You are welcome, Ma’am. 🙂
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