Mirror on the hilltop
Clouds below words,
trees below worlds,
galactic arms reaching beyond
our dreams.
Translucently pure,
the mirror of the sky
echoes feelings
on wrinkled foreheads,
playing on strings
of moonbeams.
We've issued from the hilltop,
reflecting each other on the walls of life,
a chamber where we're lost
among ourselves.
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