Where clear water flows, runs the blackest ink,
purging angels from demonic wings;
reflections mimic a looking well,
distorted visions adorns backs of mirror panes.
Where once was fields of the greenest gold,
nature in harvest, a wealth for all;
alternative worlds merge with mirrored splints,
shattered looking glass damns all within its’ range.
~ Copyright ©yikici. 2014-infinity
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