Shadowed by light,
Not strong, no might.
Reflections freeze,
The afternoon, breeze.
See through, transparent,
sheltered.
On my own,
I glance, bewildered.
Fallen angel,
No harm.
Half a packet, of the
finest charm.
See that there,
Art thee confu?
No mistress,
No master,
This can't be true.
Death of all,
Silence, poisoned,
By mere otters calling.
More Falling.
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