Reflection

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Distorted reflection
Refractured by the ripples
By the kind of wind that bends trees
Until one day that wind dies a silent death
Do I have the fortitude
Do you have the tenacity
To wait for the serenely smooth water
Light no longer scattered
Instead an united connection



A/N: It's been like forever since I last wrote and posted a poem, so to all of you who are still sticking around thank you for your patience!

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