A foggy presence.
Ghosts mirrored
upon the waters
Looking at them
Is like looking at death in the eyes.
Just a gaze of nostalgia
Feeling like a raindrop in a pond
Swearing to reveal my secrets
If I look at them intensely.
Storm overwatering the soil
Like tears kept for years.
Can't you see the forms upon the earth?
The mud will eat it all.
The only way to heal it is to let it go.
All naturally shrink into the soil.
And the water will be cleaned when left alone.
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