The Reflection of Narcissus

Life passed, within an eye’s blink, like a reflection of Narcissus on a death pool; A lover of a hypnotic time, a withering away in the end. Fossilized glory of a fool. Silence heard the river of words;the words listened to the sound of the fullest brim, Moonlight dipped in the shades of sky, and that tasted more like the ego of a whim. Premature death was marked in French. Followed by a friendly comment, Pas de problème! All news will be good news on a single, special moment! Verdicts take too long a time to fix typos when judges are getting ready to pray. Life turns in full swing. Too late a moon to conceal the break-out of another day! A toddler teaches a sound of a typo, in a solid sermon of preach. A strict timeline to heed the call of a preferred way to the screech! This pattern should surely follow the cosmos to greet back the comet, Halley. The myth of a narcissus flower goes on; pining moments in a masterpiece of Dali.