Reflections
The lake was clear, and the sky was blue,
I could see its reflection glaring back at me.I was walking, as I do most days, with my head phones on and my drawing pad in my hand.I stopped to feed the ducks, it was one of my favorite things I loved to do, but today I had company, someone else was there, by my tree, kneeling down, she looked up at me, She looked familiar, her face, her smile,
It took me back to a photograph from my past,
A distant memory,
An aged love, and there it was again staring in my face,
Just like the reflection of the blue sky off the water.
by: Markita Pallett
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