Echo and Narcissus
"Can I enter in your body?"
She is relentless,
An Echo in his soul, an abysmal voice
incarnates love that he could fancy.
"A clear day" , Echo said.
Yearning for love, he conceded.
He traces the contours
of his face from the pool.
But she knew the water is not blue,
the cloud in the pond
is a lie.
When the truth sunk in,
she is not what he wanted,
"She is ugly! I would rather die than love her!"
His steady gaze into the pond
continued on until he died,
for that beauty that he never was.
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