Into the silver pond I gaze
It’s surface glassy and cool.
I smile and trace my finger there
Across the silken pool.
When I laugh it laughs with me
And gaily do I sing.
Looking down deep it calls to me
This mercurial, wonderous thing.
As I peer into the pond
My reflection is plain to see.
but this image is way more beautiful
Than I could ever be.
I splash and play along the banks
Where the pond and I do meld.
And I know I’ll not e’re fall in
’cause safely I am held.
loridaily 
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