Mirror Poem by Kenneth Cledera

Mirror



At a glance, not oneself was visible,
unaware of branches' stretch
but a hint, a shadow: moving foliages
, and leaves of september.
Till the chasm fronting it, submit
itself to summer rain and midnight cry.

At a glance, not oneself was visible:
Only a fissure beneath the cumulonimbus
covering it with lapiz tears, three meters
deep, and not oneself invisible.

Thursday, January 28, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: self discovery,reflection,development
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