Life is a labyrinth of mirrors, or a
Kaleidoscope, where
I, you, and we may be mere reflections, or an illusion, where
Perceptions dance like fireflies, and
the essence hides like a diamond buried deep.
Felt but elusive, or
invisible but present, like wind, the invisible artist of the skies, or time
a dancer of the land.
M🦋
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