I spied a puddle;
it waited,
and nearing,
I caught its picture-
Finding that within,
the rain world
and my face
Were its prisoners,
And all I could do:
walk away,
steal away
No one’s possession.
I spied a puddle;
it waited,
and nearing,
I caught its picture-
Finding that within,
the rain world
and my face
Were its prisoners,
And all I could do:
walk away,
steal away
No one’s possession.
Posted in Poetry | Tags: Mona Loner, Poem, Poetry
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