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Apr 2017
Staring at my watery reflection
I see what is behind me more clearly
The ripples spread just like an infection
My figure is the view that pays dearly

Not moving has become my one action
I have sunk low in the mud where I kneel
The water trees cause a blank reaction
Since I've earned the title of being steel

There is a snort from the opposite bank
It is a deer that wants to cross over
I speak softly, she stomps, no fear of rank
Her hooves are crushing the water clover

She and I are full of trepidation
Would you be so kind to forgive my lisp
I was not in charge of my creation
The tension I feel makes my plea too crisp

Can you cross this water of reflections?
And put us out of this staring limbo
I know you place your dearest affections
Not with humans for we are your old foe

A tiny splash creates more distortion
The deer had made the decision to cross
And it ignored my odd self absorption
It disappeared and left me with my loss

Watery reflections of leaves and trees.
I left this spot, I can't live on my knees.
This doesn't make much sense but I'm going with it.
Tatiana
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Tatiana  27/F/in a lighthouse
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