A Reflection Poem by Josh Brabender

A Reflection



Out the window I peer again.
forehead rested on the pane
Clear conscience here, I feel no pain.
welcomed fog appears on the glass.
this state of mind, I want not to pass.
reflecting as a peace comes over me
from this karma that sets me free.
And I feel that if I passed this noon,
the mark I left makes it not to soon.

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