the reflection of someone

Hyacinth garden

there you have it inactivity weeps

perhaps I will never meet you

indefinitely for all creation

anticipate once more the fascination

unbroken in my heart

affects that I am not seeing you

marvelously I am no longer sure you know

less time than it takes to read the words

less smiles than a census of the tears

I hardly know you by sight

wholly imaginary woman

in reality

I appear alone before you

what is most fragile in real life

a field of Passionflowers

commingle entirely with the reflection

of someone

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