I leave
my own reflection quivering.
I leave
and all remains unchanged.
That faith reflecting all I am.
Obsession sees that way.
Awaking dreams – Unsleeping lie.
Beheaded buds are plucked too soon to bloom,
and die.
How did I ever dare to dream except
like
them.
Please tell me what you think
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so sad and disjointed, but quite lovely too. it's a piece of art, of course, but it resonates with regret as it inspires feelings of reflection and inner consciousness. i like how the first and third lines in the first stanza repeat. it's a very simple, clear write that allows the initial emotions to be reaped at first glance, but it still goads the reader into taking a second look. nicely done.
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