When we aren't observing it, does our view disappear?
In the blink of an eye, the rest in a sigh
Does the world become crystal clear?
Looking through a glass jar on the windowsill, filled with transparent stones
The colorfilled fairies dance upon the wall
And when the sun sets, they go home
What weird things are mirrors, how do we know they don't lie?
Their deceptive tongues, and sullen hums,
Glazed in a fog of warm 'Who am I?'s
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Poetry to Get Lost In
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. I own all of them, and I hope you enjoy reading some of the things I'm passionate about. If you want to use it, just shoot me a message, I'll almost certainly say yes :) Updates will be pretty often. If there are i...
