Reflection
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Marieta Maglas
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From the mirror,
a man is watching how
the rain washes
the shadow of a cloud.
The raindrops look like tears.
The light is green,
but the eyes of the leaves are yellow.
He doesn't say anything
While walking his confusion,
which is a reflection of a thought
with no color.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
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