Smoke

Or mirrors.

Photo by adam Kedem on Unsplash

Is it smoke and mirrors?
Smog or failing light
Or a ghost that passed me by
Sometime in the night.

Or is it a feeling
A reflection in a pool
Or the feel of autumn
Both sensual and cool.

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David Rudder

David Rudder

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.

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