Cristal light sun lashes
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The earthly brown eyes
Of a woman who stared at herself;
Was she real as its warmth?
Dissipant enough to conquer the world?
The accuracy of space around her,
The deep roots tying her bed to the floor,
Was also a question reflected by the mirror.
Was her trunk to become a log?
Not today; because the light was there.
Her hair was growing each day
To thicken the wild forest
She carried beneath her skin;
And the Sun, her king
Was her only confidant as she gazed.
