nutriens spes, caritas / Reflection
The winds were shifting as September was coming to an end, promising the sunny days and cool evenings
A man, sharp sight, straight nose and a deep voice
Saw a glimmer and felt familiar unpleasantness
Still drawn to the flickering shielded by thorns, beneath lies the vile
"Oh! A reflection" struck across the mind snapping the daze
Looking back from the present saw tomorrow in the past, not want to be associated
Accepting, walks forward for the better with a hopeful heart.