Diffracting waves encircle tiny tufts of grasses puffed with shiny glare,
Sun sets beyond my reach where dreams lie idle beyond my grasp,
Resuscitating instances of future glow and color lapse,
it would be mine if I've tempted fate and braved my fears,
but do I dare?
It's out there...
Perchance it's what I've been waiting for.
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