2 April 2006, 10:10 PM
Precious are the gifts entrusted to me
though I set aside their joy in a moment
to grasp for shades beyond my reach
I grow weary of shadows
Clearer grows my vision
when I see the thing I look upon
and not another
the beauty alotted my eye
and not a reflection in my mirror
my own perception
of that which I do not have
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