Mighty as a willow over the soft reflection
Golden soft leaves like hair dripping down
Feeling without reason to, simply standing
Could I see myself and smile, could that be a world I ever live in?
Or will my eyes be always gripped by the ground, the anchors of my teeth
Bringing me ever downwards
Until I rot away underwater, diffuse
Lesser, then less, quietly getting to know
Every part of your reflection
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