Reflection
I set out to find some peace,
I set out to find a little comfort,
In need of a guiding hand,
I was longing to be loved.
In the beauty of the ripples,
Under the canopy of greens
I danced to a brand new melody.
In the heart of the mountains,
Underneath the light of the Moon,
My heart met it's one true match.
In the blue of a stranger eye's,
I saw a perfect reflection of me.
By: AW. Beardsley
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