The Reflection

I go through the wall of vines
Perfect and in straight lines
In that opening, oh I see
a group of swans drifting gracefully
The flowers as beautiful as gems in mines
Ruby red, Amethyst purple, Sapphire blue
The colors in this land, there cant be a better hue
A subtle sound of falling water closes my eyes momentarily
I feel as if I am in a endless dream
The bright, yellow sun falls on me like a beam
I go to the reflective lake where I see you
Staring back art me your eyes saying "I miss you."

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