ReFLeCtions

Visions found in puddles of rain

Quietly reflect a face

                                 but no name

That tattered soul in everyday glass

Are visions built on an unstable past

            The crackling of each worn out step provides

            A shorter distance between 

                                hello and good-bye

           Filtered thru the frigid words of hope

           To determine this reflections goals

Beauty's still-life debated by the crowd

Is the reason why, she's always looking down

In the world of these reflections 

                                    words are the weapon

Designed by an ugly soul's lack of direction

           Embrace the beauty your heart reflects

           Never giving into what others expect

           Smile at the person found in the puddles of rain

           The beauty of a face

                                  with no name

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