Reflections
~*~
Wrinkles in the wind.
Changes your perception of things.
What you see
isn’t what others perceived.
With every rain drop that falls
another tear drop rolls down your cheek.
Wishing you were someone else
while waiting to be understood.
Your soul seeps into a watery abyss
with every wrinkle in the wind
another reflection it brings.
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