photo: Pavel Babiienko
As the dawn drew closer
the beautiful mirror rose high and slow
gracefully gleaming through the green summer leaves
of high and low.
With a warmth of hope and spirit
the mirror awakened the sleeping cosmizens
bathing them with myriads;
myriads of green and shine
myriads of front and back
myriads of that igniting fire…
myriads of everything mine.
Peacefully, the greens and the blues
the fronts and backs
those igniting fires
and everything mine
humbled down allowing to be christened,
again and again
every second, every time.
These cosmizens
these sleep-awakened Gods unknown
accept the pace of time;
the history and the future
to forget this moment when the beautiful mirror rose.
On the mirror, they saw themselves
reflected as each
yet, deep within they knew, these myriads
of greens and blues
fronts and backs
those igniting fires
and everything mine,
that the mirror showed not each, but one,
a single shrine of everything mine
born again and again every second, every time.
And now as the mirror rose high and slow,
an egg that is hatched and whole
will continue her graceful play through the summer leaves
as I sit, watching her new
every second and every flow.
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