By: Summer Kim

Reflections

From within,
It feels cold and smooth,
Reflecting everything and everyone

From above,
It’s a flat silver rectangle
Lying quietly on the floor,
Reflecting the ceiling and the sky

From below,
The world tilts and shifts,
Light changes,
And the ceiling seems far away

From far away,
Just a rectangle,
Silent among the other furnitures,
Catching glimpses of its surroundings

From its own voice,
It could remember every glance,
And speak of every secret it holds

From memory,
It holds old reflections,
And echoes of the years gone by

Sunlem and Bright

They hang on branches,
They are Sunlem and bright
They smell fresh and bitter
They are like a small burst of summer.

They feel smooth and cool.
They ooze refreshing juice
They taste sour at first
They bring a little sweet at last

They wake up the senses
They brighten every meal

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Summer Kim is a student writer atteding a school in New Jersey with a love for quiet stories, late-night journaling, and the rhythm of well-crafted sentences. Her work explores memory, identity, and the small moments that shape us. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading contemporary poetry and walking through the woods.