in the first moments of love,
we see but a piercing mirror,
reflecting our innermost ideals,
projecting upon an illusory likeness .
and when the smoke fades,
we are left to accept,
a new and old soul,
revealed and present.
in some ways, a shell,
of a glimmering reflection,
in some ways, far more,
than the shattered deception.
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n.i.m.b.u.s.
Poetrywords that pour from the veins of the sky. a collection of joyous, soul-crushing melodies, set to the tune of the desert-seaside breeze. //#539 in Poetry [2016.07.10]
