Water-Mirror of Sorrows
I
Abyss gleams in water’s cold glass—
Darkness smirks with ebon mask.
Shadow’s form, bone-cold wind clasps;
Heart no weeps—life’s dirge it passes.
II
Rain falls free, soul no more limps;
Tears have turned to silent crypts.
Yin and Yang blur—time’s thread unweaves,
Here and gone, where nothing cleaves.
III
Lights snuff out like breath in frost;
Mind shuts down, all thought is lost.
Stillness seals its lids across—
Yet remembers sorrow on water’s cross...🌘✨01232026 ©LanZhan
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