A picture

There appears a picture of mine
Lovely and stilling here it lies
Drawing attention, so charmingly shines
a discovered illusion turning alive.

Many an image does it arise
Catches my eyes, still eluding in sight
A second all lives, a second all dies
Thousand of years in a rapid descry.

A light in the skies
A plight in the heart
Bring me afar, you, ephemeral kite!


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