A Poem By Aisling // 9/8/2005

Wandering by the pond
I stop and see
The form of me
There, looking back.
Like a magic wand
The wind has moved
The pond and proved
Another world, beyond.

Wandering through the grass
I look and see
Up above me
The sun's bright globe.
And there in the pond
The Heaven's world
Is taken, swirled,
And thrown back up, renewed.


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