Sunday 3 June 2012

EL DORADO


She called out, telling me to find a mirror.

So in the corner of the room I stood, my own reflection within sight.
The flower on the mirror became a recurring pattern
the corner my own little cavern.

Tears fell, mingling in the water,

for I was at the bottom of the ocean.
The green hue clouded my view, and
 submerged in colour, I said,
"I am no longer in love with you."

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