In the mirror I am water—
reflecting, changing,
sometimes rough,
sometimes calm.
I reflect reality, truthfulness.
You cannot tell my age.
It is not known.
That is part of the magic.
Reflecting, changing,
I am shown in different forms.
You see me as a dragon,
a flower, a stone,
a tree blowing in the wind,
reflecting, changing.
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In the mirror I am water—
reflecting, changing,
sometimes rough,
sometimes calm.
I reflect reality, truthfulness.
You cannot tell my age.
It is not known.
That is part of the magic.
Reflecting, changing,
I am shown in different forms.
You see me as a dragon,
a flower, a stone,
a tree blowing in the wind,
reflecting, changing.
And now I am just
a girl writing a poem
about reflections.
Gaia Thurston-Shaine, age 13
McCarthy, Alaska
