An imitation shines dimly
reflected in the water’s surface.
It eludes my grasp, with reality held high.
Made to look up towards you
trapped within my iris.
Do you aim to crescent me?
The mirrored flower at cliffs end.
An imitation shines dimly
reflected in the water’s surface.
It eludes my grasp, with reality held high.
Made to look up towards you
trapped within my iris.
Do you aim to crescent me?
The mirrored flower at cliffs end.
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