Puddle

 

the sadness of lonely days

of lonely puddles I walk across

I jump across whilst I sleep

whilst I cry the puddle disappears

I see my reflection

looking back at me

looking back at who I was

at who I am

I am no longer jumping

the puddle is too big

I am no longer swimming

the puddle is too shallow

I am no longer seeing

I am dreaming

 

 

Maria Goundry

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