AN: This is the poem that "The Anthology of Poetry by Young Americans" was going to publish for me. :-)
Early Warning: Yes it's a bit repetitive, but say it out loud to yourself, and you'll realize that the rhyme's so potent that it NEEDS such repetition!
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I stand in my reflection.
Beneath me pools my own rejection.
Why did the sun just pass me by?
Those days go on and on...
...I dove into the winter sky.
Thinking of
crossroads and directions composing of echoes and reflections...
Flipping through my
recollections redefining my preconceptions...
Something so
simple...
Something so
natural...
Something
surprisingly easy...
Something simply
divine...
Shooting stars in
my reflection.
Undone, the mask
that marks my heart's infection.
Why do storms not
pass me by?
The gale blows on
and on...
...I dove into a
chilly winter sky.
Thinking of
crossroads and directions composing of echoes and reflections...
Flipping through my
recollections redefining my preconceptions...
Something so
simple...
Something so
natural...
Something
surprisingly easy...
Something simply
divine...
Falling into my
reflection.
Meeting crossroads
at their intersection.
Not knowing it
would mean goodbye,
I'll fall forever
and ever...
...Fall into the
incandescent winter sky.
Thinking of
crossroads and directions composing of echoes and reflections...
Flipping through my
recollections redefining my preconceptions...
Something so
simple...
Something so
natural...
Something
surprisingly easy...
Something simply
divine...
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AN: Well, wuddchya think?. 0:-3
(tis one of my best) :D