Reflections of a Man
A man is but a vision,
Cast by his lifes shadows.
His heart is pressed with the vise of his own desires.
Scared by the wrongs that he has endured,
Yet his hopes and dreams have not faded.
He stands strong and proud,
As firm as a rock within a mountain.
His roots buried deep,
So that he may drink from the waters of life.
His reflection is not unjust.
Its that his picture is not yet finished.
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