The Scenery of the Innermost Me
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Poetically see...me...
On top of a rock reaching my limits.
The luminous sky awakening my eerie thoughts.
A reflection of oneself cascading on this black void-which many prefer to be called a lake in the darkest of nights.
Where I stand is where I'll be
out by the lake on a rock, is that a tree?
With my horrid eyesight I get to only see
the reflecting on my innermost thoughts
glorified by the beauty of this scenery.
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