Morning sun rises
On the window down the street
Reflection but real
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Morning or mourning? If the latter, this is an immensely complex poem.
Awfully glad you spotted it. Such mistake not the first time. Enigma, stigma; exacerbate, exasperate, etc. Complex even without mistakes. No wonder I flunked English at high school.
I bet you speak a whole lot more languages, more fluently than I do. It can work with mourning – you have to see the ‘reflection but real’ as a reference to someone who used to be there, but is no longer… poetry can be very elastic.
So, “mourning” might work as well, if a story can be created in the depth of imagination. “Poetry can be very elastic.” Yes, I understand. Your comment is so beautiful, and instructive.