I wrote the poem and left a reflection,don’t stir the ripples and distort the image.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺,𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩.𝘛𝘰…
vision blurrywords slurred memory hazy
Rather, peeping inside…
On the edge lies lonesome terror,
Dropping reminders of orange.
Throw your tearsin our pathwe will crythose tearsthat youcannot shed