Achila Mundo

Blue Rose
2002-12-19 04:08:19 (UTC)

Mirror of the Waters

O, light of the envious, pure at heart,
You reflect the same image of yesterday!
Though I hope not to intrude;
Your rusty shell it seems I protrude.

The icy gust of your subtle glance;
Such fear hasn’t stricken me in times!
Yet I am at sea, tracing the waters of my reflections.

T’is a profound melody that I heard
Before the moon hid in gloom,
That such a burden had been created upon me.

No! I mustn’t glance away from what I longed for
To evade the mirror;
But I cannot be at rest.

My hands grasp the stone,
Like the reflection of my heart,
Thrusting it towards the waters,
As like a mirror were to shatter,
But I was who became cold.




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