Reflection
By: Sangita Bhatt
Through the glass
I was seeing -
tall trees, beautiful flowers, green grass, birds flying,
and on the road, a vendor pass..
On the edge of the sky
a few dark clouds.
The sun was shining,
promising a pleasant day.
Yet, I could sense the changing wind.
The brightness vanished into a dull grey sky.
The wind was chilled into a fog.
The mist blurred my window glass,
blocking all vision,
and all I could see through it
was my reflection.
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