Reflections on an interior window, showing lights and
shadows behind it's panes of glass.
Light and shadows also being reflected on this side,
showing the reflection of a window from behind me,
being able to see outside also.
Scene of blue sky, green trees being blown about by
a gentle morning breeze, seen always beautifully
over everything.
Seeing the mirrored reflections of the waiting room,
standing in the midst of it all, as shadows of a pot
of flowers also show their wares.
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