Mirror
A lake showing the beauty of an ocean,
Light illuminating from the lamp,
A window exposing the painted landscape,
Of the world's end --
One carat in pure gold,
A silent star surrounded by glorious galaxies,
A single rose in the arms of a giant bouquet,
Never as good as the original,
But a modest reflection of Him who made me.
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