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A Reflection
My voice is not mine, but a reflection
Of infinite souls seeking perfection,
Of various yous and copious mes,
Lasting sorrows and fleeting glees.
Of arcane stories, new or old,
Undone wishes, words untold.
From phonons through space and time,
To one chorus, canorous and sublime.
I'm the ariose echo of humanity,
A divine mirror we share in unity,
A tear, a thought, a smile, a doubt,
An omniscient feeling, inside and out,
Perceive our quintessence that entwines,
Until we're no longer two parallel lines.
Look into my eyes; in them, you will find
Particles of your own heart and mind.
© DawnS.M
Of infinite souls seeking perfection,
Of various yous and copious mes,
Lasting sorrows and fleeting glees.
Of arcane stories, new or old,
Undone wishes, words untold.
From phonons through space and time,
To one chorus, canorous and sublime.
I'm the ariose echo of humanity,
A divine mirror we share in unity,
A tear, a thought, a smile, a doubt,
An omniscient feeling, inside and out,
Perceive our quintessence that entwines,
Until we're no longer two parallel lines.
Look into my eyes; in them, you will find
Particles of your own heart and mind.
© DawnS.M
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