What A Joy!

Oh!
What a joy to feel the cooling zephyr!
To smell the freshness of pine fir!
To hear the morning birds chirp!
To taste ripe, succulent fruits!

But to see the myriad of colours
That occurs after each rainfall
And when the sun shines its glory

And to see the twinkling lights
Scattered among the universal darkness
Revealing their ambiguous colours
Only in the dark

And to look at my reflection
In the merciless mirror
And to think to myself:
Does it reflect an illusion?
Or forever reflecting the simple, outward truth?

Is never a joy to me
For all I see is darkness
Engulfing my world

by Morphing Professor

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