my scrbblin’s

the reflections.
i saw them ther,
the still waters.
cold, like
my heart..
deserted
even the gloomy thoughts
and ther, then
my hand..
touched
the still waters,
it rippled.
o’er that perfect mirror..
it rippled.
the still waters,
touched
my hand..
and ther, then
even the gloomy thoughts
deserted
my heart..
cold, like
the still waters.
i saw them ther,
the reflections.