Drawn alongside one another
All the colors bled together,
with sprinkles of new life
Sometimes hard to see, but always understood
The smither of life blurred
the prismic light we emitted,
refracted, perhaps?
A pair of mirrors, we were
Not like those flat, picturesque reflections but wavy,
like that of the wind and sun
imperfect but untraceable
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 5:47 AM UTC
Drawn alongside one another
All the colors bled together,
with sprinkles of new life
Sometimes hard to see, but always understood
The smither of life blurred
the prismic light we emitted,
refracted, perhaps?
A pair of mirrors, we were
Not like those flat, picturesque reflections but wavy,
like that of the wind and sun
imperfect but untraceable
