And there it was again
A little sun, in a mirror darkly
Raising the curtain between
Falling a little short, here and there
But glorious, in its entirety
And unfelt at the morrow
Enticing at something
With the two irises, together dancing
A blizzard, in itself, reflected poorly
In the morning mirror, this felt
Perhaps, the same of me, as of
What the walls had felt yester
Undefined, a little shy of wrongness
The sight of your smile
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