A whisper in the dark stirs me in my sleep.
I wake, look around, and rise to my feet.
I hear my name being called to me
From outside the window,
Down by the water.
I follow the voice to the lake.
I take a few careful steps in.
I look down with a frown,
And see my own face,
Looking up at me with a grin.
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Poems of a Passionate, Puzzling, Pale Person
PoetryA little book of poems I've written recently! A few joyful, a few solemn, a few in between. A few about nature, a few about humans, whatever suits your needs! Enjoy! (Those were the only P adjectives I could think of to describe me on the spot. Than...
