Poem: Reflections

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Reflections

Sometimes the reflections are more beautiful
than the reality lying underneath,
softer, kinder, more forgiving,
an impressionist painting that hides
the sharp edges and creates art
out of hardness,
wholeness
out of the broken.

About this poem

We rarely see what is, even when we try. Each of us then, is an artist of sorts, painting beauty, or ugliness, depending on the lens we choose.

Tom

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