In the reality of the moment,
I see a mirrors reflection.
In it there is a person, a stranger.
He seems to be waving at me.
I brush my eyes to clear my view,
Yet it seems this person is not known.
Where can a stranger come from,
That in my vast travels, I have never seen?
Love this! xo
Love ya!
Jane
I see my own stranger in the mirror every day..
Very cleverly composed.
Love & Blessings,
Rhonda