So still and tranquil
Peaceful to the neighbours,
Resting in the dark meadows.
The silence can be heard,
By those whose souls you caressed
Redolent musk following them.
A gentle mist appears,
From an unknown place,
Seeking for sanctuary in every nook.
A figure hovering above me,
Phlegmatic and blue,
Dew drops settling onto the rubbery skin,
Why are you there?
Facing upon me,
A chill diffuses through me.
This is me,
I am gazing at myself
No! How can this be?
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