The Reflection
The candle flickered
a subdued light
upon the surface
of the mirror
as the eyes didn’t
even notice,
except for the image
of two
meeting
holding
melting
into one being.
The mirror watched
the slow melodic
movements of the two
it listened to the
whispered words
the sighs. The candle
flickered and danced
caressing the reflection
as if dancing,
setting the mood
for the framed
artwork, set there
within the glass,
the reflective
beauty of night.
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