The Reflection Poem by Wicha Surin

The Reflection



When I was walking in the rain,
I saw something very strange.
Looking into a water hole,
I saw an unknown visage,
Was it the face of Joe,
my old friend whose life had past,
away for many years ago.

Was it my face that reflected,
on the mirror of regret,
or was it the truth of mine,
that someday I shall find,
the same place for eternal rest like Joe.

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