Reflections, the suns magic finger
Painting across my living room walls
And far beyond where I cannot see
A glass bowl becomes a magic pool 
Of blue-green water.
I imagine a fairy swimming there
Her morning bath to start the day.
When the sun dips down
She is gone for another day.
On steel grey walls
Suns reflective finger weaves its spell
Of dancing lights where shadows form
To paint the black away...

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