by Linda Irish

Created on: December 09, 2008

Tranquil Reflection

Placid tranquility, as mirror reflections ripple,

Liquid dreams pulsate qualms, resonating,

Image recreated yet perfection flawed

Quiet beauty speaks truth, real or imagined,

If not disturbed, which truth more pure

The original remains stationary, unresponsive,

And the reflection, showing flaws, uncertain,

One must claim the other, embracing imperfection,

As without original, there is no reflection,

Yet knowing reflection, assures acceptance,

As tis only through the mirror, we see our flaws.

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