Reflection (Poetry)

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She came slowly,
Went with a tight legs,
Nobody touched her
To stuck that disgrace
Nobody woke up

Everything would see her eyes,
All of everything caressed with admiration,
But such that reflection is everything, infant ignorance.
She is not stuck,
Like the sunlight touching the trinity
Death also went ahead.

Further, far, cross, forward,
Where there is even a unarmed sang,
Whose look at everything,
Sapping everything
The infant ignorance should be obeyed
But it does not get stuck, goes and further

ahead ?
Yes forward, but
All dimensions ahead of that
The circular goes around,
Return to the same
They get absorbed