Remains to us elusive
Elusive is its true form
Form it takes we may not like
Like or not, it we endear
Endear that falsity, change
Change that perspective today
Today let us see an image
Image that remains true one
One in eyes, of one so near
Near in heart, so true and dear

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

24 thoughts on “Reflection”

  1. beautiful reflections Leo…:)though elusive, it's fun making reflections, and who knows while making one, you come to realize an elusive dream?loved how you wrote the poem!:)

  2. —–Amity—–reflections arent elsusive! the true reflections are! πŸ™‚ glad u liked it! yes, while making one, elusive dreams are captured too! πŸ™‚

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