The Pond
If they could only ever see
the reflection of what is me,
Looking in from worlds unknown,
Hanging over, flesh and bone,
Instead, they glide like submarines,
Cast under the rippled sheen,
Deep in murky depths they tide,
Living under clear divide.
Copyright © Double Mirror | Year Posted 2016
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