You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see. What am I?
A reflection
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Riddles
PoetryNeed some riddles to stump your friends or win your way out of a vey deep cave?
Look at yourself
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see. What am I?
A reflection
