The Pier Revisited

Peering into

reflective walls

once again;

repetition

or replay,

who is to say?

Crimson flames

sprout from

Emerald blades;

Cerulean waves

crash into

Purple plush.

Twilight mirrors

the ocean of

Desires;

fractured prisms

refract

disjointed Trust.

The whirlpool begins

as I’m drawn in;

All hues allude

to what

I once knew;

They spin and turn

the wheel of learning.

Home is where

The heart is whole;

The rainbow of

reflective souls.

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