My heart is floating with the moon
Saying, “I wear the craters, dealt
From a past love,
Too.
Yet look how we glow,
Me and you.
Love comes in phases,
So it will always come again,
It’s true.”
J. K. L
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Where is my beauty? Whereof I had witnessed plastered on the crystalline surfaces of my quarter. Where lies the immaculate likeness of the eyes which subtlety bewitched my mood?
I awake to the realization that all mirrors have been shattered. Therein remains only the proverbial memory of a once axiomatic truth. Shall I then like Narcissus seek my reflection in the sumptuous waters of a river? Shall I bare the entirety of my trust towards self confidence?
I beg the heavens, courage upon my weary spirit. To face the crowds endowed with doubt.
This shall be my curse: to rely solely and begrudgingly on the words of men – on the thirst-filled gawks of strangers. For without self-reliance I shall appear taciturn and weaponless towards their derision. Unable to rebuff, I shall slowly wither. Wondering from now on and forever: Where is my beauty?
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