I visited my memories,
And found your mirrors,
Showing me,
Who I was.
And found your mirrors,
Showing me,
Who I was.
In your unchecked laughs,
And long lamentations,
I found my stories
In forgotten lands.
And long lamentations,
I found my stories
In forgotten lands.
So mundane would be
This procession of mistakes,
But it sleeps in your cavities
And is golden fire.
This procession of mistakes,
But it sleeps in your cavities
And is golden fire.
Image Source: Alfred Gockel
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