Image by Hands off my tags! Michael Gaida from Pixabay
Am I that man, looking back from the mirror? The one that follows me in every shop window. The one in the puddle looking up at me. I step into puddle, breaking the image. I didn’t feel it. Will it change anything? Walking along the pavement passing a row of cars He is there, in every window, watching me. Something is wrong, for a second the image shimmers as if trying to get away, to break free. I wonder, am I the reflection of the man in the mirror? ©AnitaDawes2023
Anita feels better today and just wrote todays poem. I love reflections!
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 
Glad you feel better, Anita. The poem is great.
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Thanks John, I am getting back to normal at last…
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Excellent news.
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Congratulations to the better feeling. Sorry i missed the posting. The meme is pretty too. 🙂 xx Michael
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Thank you Michael…
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Wonderful! 👏🏼
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We thank you, Eliza…
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