Confusion (Photograph & Words)

Confusion

As mirrored glass,
my soul reflects in water,
the etchings blurred
in borrowed lines.

Branches thinly veiled,
rippling within the stream.
I confess my confusion,
upon the looking glass.

For her glance.

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Lostpoet · M

Those are good lines

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@Lostpoet Thank you, I appreciate your words. I know your love of poetry. I'd call this only a poetic thought.