Kaleidoscope:
The innuendoes of colours and designs.
I wonder how
The broken pieces arrange themselves
In strange varied symmetry
With perfection.
Science calls it the trick of 'reflection'.
An inward journey I took Into the arch-mirror of myself.
Reflected.
Found the scatterred pieces
Disarrayed into a chaotic perpetual resonance.
In the debries of me
The only part I found shining intact was
Loneliness.
The innuendoes of colours and designs.
I wonder how
The broken pieces arrange themselves
In strange varied symmetry
With perfection.
Science calls it the trick of 'reflection'.
An inward journey I took Into the arch-mirror of myself.
Reflected.
Found the scatterred pieces
Disarrayed into a chaotic perpetual resonance.
In the debries of me
The only part I found shining intact was
Loneliness.
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