Poetic Life: Volume 3

Behind the Mirror's Reflection

Morning passes,
Sun glares from your glasses,
As you walked by the beach,
I walked a mountain, saved by my hitch.

You watched the waves crashing the shore,
Sit beside a thin of air, holding your core.
I witness snow crashing through my eyes,
Sit beside a rock, the bird beside me, flies.

As you reached a villa, everyone cheered,
I entered mine, everyone feared.
Filled with joys and praise you encountered,
I endure hatred and fear, that I can't countered

We both went inside a house, prepared ourselves,
As we both see the sun and moon sets themselves.
We look at a mirror, seeing our own reflection,
We touched the mirror, only apart by an electron.

I wonder when we'll be reunited,
As I hold a candle, the wick ignited.
You reached a frame with our memories,
Wondering, when we can share our stories.