Infected with stare
As my eyes glare upon the reflection of the sun kissed river on the underside of the bridge
paterns and rainbows form on the 1888 cut stone like from a world unknown
Only in a certain hour and sun will the gaze beam reflect it's beauty deep underneath the masons masterpiece
Much unlike the underside of my own dark inside
Where rainbows neither grow or reside
But still I come in search of my own reflection
As yet I've found deflection under my bridge and in the water
but the water follows as said with my worry and fears flow with water under the bridge
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 7:22 AM UTC
Infected with stare
As my eyes glare upon the reflection of the sun kissed river on the underside of the bridge
paterns and rainbows form on the 1888 cut stone like from a world unknown
Only in a certain hour and sun will the gaze beam reflect it's beauty deep underneath the masons masterpiece
Much unlike the underside of my own dark inside
Where rainbows neither grow or reside
But still I come in search of my own reflection
As yet I've found deflection under my bridge and in the water
but the water follows as said with my worry and fears flow with water under the bridge
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