Reflection

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The Sun Ray,
Traveling a thousand miles.
To reveal a figure of me,
Sitting lifeless beside flowing Nile.

The reflection of a lost child,
Is greeted by the transparence of a blind Nile.
Tossing my laps towards my chest,
To allow my head bend forward to receive the rays as the sunset.

While I sit on the rustling leaves,
It was hard to comprehend the thoughts going through me.
I heard voices of birds singing,
But their melodies never drives me off my thinking.

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