In bubbles of glass,
amber irises turn grey,
and I find you,
waiting for me,
in the heart of violet flowers,
where shades of purple,
disguise every shadow,
of the deepest colors,
until the light,
is inadvertently,
out of sight,
and all I have left,
are the imaginary sparkles,
of my own loneliness.

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