Lights from the city buildings scratch the water With their colors as they blur and replicate Under the power of the ebony night. The placid Water's meditation is interrupted, and the water Ripples in the shape of the world. As the Water travels out, it cleanses the colored Scrapes and scratches, but does not heal the wounds, and the melted gold color still sits And streaks across the plain of the water. The buildings touch the dark sky, and look Down to the foothills, where the water reflects. The water looks up back to the mountainous Buildings to see aberance in the horizon. Buildings stretch across the sky, and the Water sees them, a constructed break between Earth and sky. The water sees a mimicked Horizon, and yet, it still reflects it.
Reason for writing:
I've noticed that people are never themselves.
Birth sign: Pisces
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