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I was staring at the water one day,
its surface rippling with an effervescent grace,
and I wondered, "Who am I, anyway?"
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Where I was standing there was mud and clay,
flowers blooming in their adolescent phase.
I was staring at the water one day.
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The waves distorted my reflection as they swayed,
my essence twisted, my features out of place.
and I wondered, "Who am I, anyway?"
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My thoughts started to drift away,
memories flooding back, so vivid and chaste.
I was staring at the water one day.
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The water glittered like a mirror, a pretty array,
a sight so pleasant, it brought a smile to my face,
and I wondered, "Who am I, anyway?"
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Standing in this tranquil, serene getaway,
I knew I was free and safe, feeling nature's embrace.
I was staring at the water one day,
and I wondered, "Who am I, anyway?"
About the Creator
Adriana S.
I love to indulge in art and poetry.
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Comments (2)
This was so liberating and powerful! Loved your Villanelle!
Wow! Beautiful poem!