spy glass floor
nothing but reproach
what else is there to do
but wade in
wallow in it
and soak and soak and soakhow frail the human heart must be, a mirrored pool of thought - Sylvia Plath
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Poetrybathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces
reflection: the pool
spy glass floor
nothing but reproach
what else is there to do
but wade in
wallow in it
and soak and soak and soakhow frail the human heart must be, a mirrored pool of thought - Sylvia Plath