Comes and goes,
It’s a shape-shifter.
What did you think,
You can’t have wings?
As you see it…
Teasing you as it goes around.
The wing that it got and now is gone
As you blink, you look strong
You walk along wondering,
Wondering what its got to do?
It never leaves,its cold...
Is a friend or a foe?
It walks with you, as long as you be …
Your reflection that you cant see.
1 comment:
the reflections are an afterglow of ur glories and downfall and we live in them
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