Omnimax47

Aqua

Clear by day,

Dark by night.

Moving smoothly,

through the palm of my hand.

 

This glasslike structure,

an idol to man.

A gift from above,

This crystalline piece of life to see.

 

Filled with life,

Both bug yet small.

Cleansing the world,

from its murky ways.

This relic of life remains unchanged.

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