Reflection.
A mirror
before mirror,
What images does it reflect?
An aroma
flaming up around the soup,
What taste does it promise?
A drizzle
lighter than the dew
upon the tongue of rose...
just
before the downpour,
What difference it is?
Such had been life to me;
the earth
and a fragment of baked soil
though with a soul,
Such I am...
A reflection of self.
El cypher.
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
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