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The prodigal reflection of mine,

I witness,

reflection reasonless and souless

reflection denseless, empty, chaotic

rippled by the memory of the stale water

Silvery reflection, foggy and deceiving

Simulating fleshless life

but the essence of the reason it has never reached

The reason for its own existance, for the evanescent path of its

And the depths below, they lurk, inquire

muddy depths of darkness

But the reflection of mine denies

each ray of light

each glimpse of hope and sorrow,

instinct or emotion

Et oblivio est eorum quae in profundo latent

et oblivio est suae potentiae

Et Oblivio cavae voces ima sub

Urget me transire reflexionem meam et eam delere,

nisi sine tacito inaniter relicto

The moon reflects the vicious golden light

The yellowing of silver without the touch of flames

The peacock's tail blooms at sunrise

The speech of every color imprisons me in its grey stare

And the wind is dancing on the ceiling of the endless depths

Dance sinless,

weightless

and unbound

And the wind is gently touching my reflection full of sadness

Wispering and caressing my image with the cloudy gifts of sky

Aqua autem, tam congelatio quam fervens, simpliciter reflectitur

Et non curat doesnt

quorum anima est in eo

reflectitur

Et nescit quod oculi mei observationem meam observant

universum aquae colligentes

universitas tam magna quam lacrima.