The Pond

The pond water acts like a mirror.
My reflection stares back.
I’m perplexed by own image,
My expression confuses me.

The pond is my oasis,
Like a lost paradise.
I come here to escape.
I cast my line,
Sometimes to fish,
But mostly to find answers.

Life’s troubles are really nothing.
Staring at the pond makes me realize.
Therapy for the soul, like chicken soup for the mind.

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