A reflection, a view of an image divine.
Goose bumps, the feeling up the spine.
Frozen to the image in my view,
reflecting divinely was my you.
Then I looked up,
and she's gone.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Joy turned to loss leaving feelings of sadness. Nicely written
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