Glass shards reflect the abyss in crescent moths,
A rainbow arcs like a necklace on the bluebird.
The dial spins slowly, tracing diamond to violet,
The eye of the stair ascends to meet the horizon.
The tide pulls shadows through skies of heliotrope.
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Glass shards reflect the abyss in crescent moths,
A rainbow arcs like a necklace on the bluebird.
The dial spins slowly, tracing diamond to violet,
The eye of the stair ascends to meet the horizon.
The tide pulls shadows through skies of heliotrope.
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