Dear You Fickle Thing,

You fickle thing,

You keep on looking, 

For your reflection in others,

Anxiously sending out,

Clouded rays of light to broken mirrors,

When will you see,

That the light reflected,

Comes back at cutting angles,

That leave you in the dark,

You fickle thing.

This poem is about: 
My community
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