Reflected, in the mirror
of your eyes, remembering
in that dream of who you
were, who I was, or might
have been, if things had
been different, if the depths
of your being, had, like the
lake, flung back the truth
of who you were, who I
was, or might be; and yet
even if it had, I would only
ever have been a reflection.
https://redwolfpoems.wordpress.com/2017/03/05/prompt-for-rwj-prompt-245/
of your eyes, remembering
in that dream of who you
were, who I was, or might
have been, if things had
been different, if the depths
of your being, had, like the
lake, flung back the truth
of who you were, who I
was, or might be; and yet
even if it had, I would only
ever have been a reflection.
https://redwolfpoems.wordpress.com/2017/03/05/prompt-for-rwj-prompt-245/
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