(For Timothy)
Twas a short poem I was reading...
I had started writing my comments, when...
A very strange feeling rushed through me.
With very strange thoughts:
"This... has exactly happened before...
This poem, I have read before...
Written these very same thoughts before!"
Over and over, I blinked...I had to make sure...
But, all at once, one brief moment...
I found myself seated beside a grand piano,
By a wide ostentatious stairway,
In a bright, candle-lit mansion...
But, stranger still, while I was writing,
My eyes strayed to my right,
To a mirror by the wall...
I saw a handsome young man,
With slightly long curly hair,
Wearing a long-sleeved, white ruffled shirt
And a pair of dark pants,
Holding paper and quill,
Looking back at me...
I was staring at myself!
I was holding a paper
Where I had written my thoughts
About a poem titled
"WILT...."
( November 5, 2013/ 2:00PM)
Sally
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Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan