REFLECTIONS (1)

I stare in the mirror and see your face,
Glow of crystalline light behind every image.
The white rays return to the source, retrace,
Back to the globe of silver translucence.

Each form is now your indefinable face.
Each shape blurs the clarity of your image.
The lines of each reflection return, retrace,
Back to the shimmering heart of translucence.

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