Sometimes,
When you look at a puddle of stagnant water,
You will see that it reflects a perfect blue sky.
That doesn't mean you should drink from it.
Cansada De tanto ter, Tanto querer E nunca ter nada. As mãos atadas, Vida regrada Palavras prontas, Cansada, cansada, cansada... Nada me...
The mirror is always stagnant, even when created by the sky it reflects. I delight in the caution you create --in 35 syllables-- that reflection is a suggestion of reality. We need only look up, and see.
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