From corners of silver lakes, you shimmer
In glancing ripples, fluid treasure awaits
And I, diving for pearls, a swimmer
Tangled within your illusion of depth
Until the fragile surface separates
Ghosts of tarnished gold grows dimmer
As mirages of you fall to shallow fates.
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Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2021
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