Reflections

Looking closely, I see me. Questions asked I cannot erase; An answer to set me free. If somehow, I could find a trace. Clouds sent roars that shake. Pouring drizzles from the skies. Lightning crashes until I break, Just then a spark lit before my eyes. In front of me lies melancholy Of that opaque reality. The stirred and rippled surface Is what it came to be me. Written by the Author in May of 2002 © Naneth Ang 2019, All Rights Reserved

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