A mirrored reflection of a faded ash sky
Reversed and dulled
It is the majesty of the night
Disguised by false truth
With a simple gesture of the eye
Its true colours can be seen
A sun lying to rest upon its horizon
The glow of light, the warmth of day
Dancing so faintly
Injecting fusions of pink upon night's purple dawning
In its reflection there is no such beauty
Where is the truth within a mirror
In the sunset of ones soul
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 2:30 PM UTC
A mirrored reflection of a faded ash sky
Reversed and dulled
It is the majesty of the night
Disguised by false truth
With a simple gesture of the eye
Its true colours can be seen
A sun lying to rest upon its horizon
The glow of light, the warmth of day
Dancing so faintly
Injecting fusions of pink upon night's purple dawning
In its reflection there is no such beauty
Where is the truth within a mirror
In the sunset of ones soul
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