I'm searching for the hidden reflection of me.

The smuged image in the mirror I can longer see.

She is the sunbeam dancing in the leaves of the trees.

A shard of glas tricking my eye with a kaleodoscope of light

In twilight, I can almost touch her hand.

But she dissolves in the waves as the tide reaches land.

By Jonna Kihlman

From: Sweden

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