River of Tears
On a cold, gloomy night.
Tears are pouring from her eyes.
Coursing a flowing river, in front of her.
As she gazing into it,
She could see the reflection,
Of someone, she does not know,
An old, weary, and very fragile, woman
Staring back at her.
Who is she, it startled her,
Can this be me?
Why did I never see this person?
In the mirror, looking back at me?
Why only in the reflection of a river,
Flow by my tears?
Copyright © Roebain Christians | Year Posted 2022
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