Poem: Untitled Poem 1

mb13-Poem1 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

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