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Self Portrait

[Self Portrait] I wander around the mountain bend, To a lone well in the distant fields, Alone I gaze quietly within. The moon shines bright, clouds drift softly, The sky unfolds, a blue breeze flows, And autumn lingers there. And there is a man, Somehow, I turn away in dislike. Yet thinking back, he seems so pitiful. Returning, I look again, he is still there. Once more I leave, his presence irks me, Yet in reflection, I long for him. The moon shines bright, clouds drift softly, The sky unfolds, a blue breeze flows, Autumn remains, and like a memory, The man is there.