RDP # 54: Reflection


A harsh reality dwells in this well
And with his sword he smites the water
Such senseless act, perhaps silly, one can tell
An absolution he requires for his errs
An old song, a serene cry for what befell
And with a scornful fleeting look, he stirs
What happens to this man and his reflection?
An ashen figure for what he has done*

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* Ottava Rima

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