Evening reflection

In the half light of the evening

I looked down at the shiny, black floor

And I thought,

It’s a dull evening, what to look forward to?

But, then, it came,

That reflection,

Of a tall and majestic tree,

That I hadn’t even noticed..

The floor turned into a painting..

The world into a beautiful mirage..

 

 

 

 

 

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