Reflection
Like morning mist, so life is fleeting, fast,
a short, bright bloom, then in the fire cast.
Under the sun, life’s meaning oft escapes,
tenuous and fleeting, wispy vapes.
Look skyward then, far past a moon or star;
reflect upon the image whose you are.
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for the Bitesize Poem No52 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
written on 09/15/22
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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