quietly, with a distant, longing gaze.
She waits to catch the blue sky looking down,
to meet her perfect image face to face.
Mirror of the sky, a flawless pond
of water motionless, serenely still.
The sky arrives and stops with feelings fond,
his grand and lofty clouds the mirror fill.
Longing mirror stares upward with glee,
a perfect copy of the clouds up high.
The mirror mimics all that she can see,
each time she meets the vast and cloudy sky.
The mirror hopes the sky won't tarry long,
for soon, unruly gust of wind may blow
to stir up waves and many ripples strong,
then mirror of the sky will have to go.
20191119
#PoetryByHaroldHuang
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Mirror of the sky
