Reflected World

A segment of life left behind

No one knows what’s in the mind

If choices are as birds did fly

My face would not be masked in lie

I will not leave the harsh light

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Though starlight of night is a peaceful bright

Green grass can scratch my sunkissed skin

Though glistening snow is my closest of kin

Life split between two worlds

Yet each is reflected in it’s own false golds

And although the dark may seem a rest

I will walk in the sun till I am my best