Micropoetry 5-5-2020

deep within
the hidden land
where water flows
mixed with light
between the trees

mirror and light
room to room
in misdirection
with jewels that shine
and vanish to the sense
an illusion until
we are no more
and this is all there is

air stands still
in particles afloat
and lit by light
until the things
we dare conceive
are cloaked
within the shade

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