A Mirror Full of Sadness

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I look and see the mist in the sky,

I see the storm clouds forming,

How can mother nature do this to her world?

Reality comes back to me,

Its a bright sunny day,

Not a cloud in the sky,

Windows don't look like this,

A blur comes to me,

I'm looking in a mirror,

Into my own eyes,

Sadness overwhelms me,

And it begins to rain.

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