A poem about: In the mirror of their gaze, a fleeting…

In the mirror of their gaze, a fleeting glint,A shadow of unrest, a discontent hint.Before the storm of judgment breaks its line,Retreat, for their fears are not yours nor mine.In that brief flicker, a truth is unveiled,A bridge that, once tread, has crumbled and failed.They see in you reflections of their plight,Turn away, allow them their own night's fight.We are all worlds, spinning in silent grace,Yet some shadows cross paths, then leave no trace.In the dance of souls, not all steps align,So step back gently, let them guard their shrine.Turn it into twisted words that hold the same meaning

In ocular glass, a shimmer swift and sly,A murmur of unrest drifts by and by.Beneath the looming tempest's legal glare,Withdraw; their dread's not yours to bear.In passing spark, raw verity calls,A bridge once walked, collapsed in its falls.They see in your eyes echoes of their gloom,Turn away, let them wrestle in night's consuming room.We spin as astral realms in soundless flow,Yet touch as shadows with nothing to show.In spectral waltz, not every step converges,So retreat softly, let them guard their dirges.

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In ocular glass, a shimmer swift and sly,A murmur of unrest drifts by and by.Beneath the looming tempest's legal glare,Withdraw; their dread's not yours to bear.In passing spark, raw verity calls,A bridge once walked, collapsed in its falls.They see in your eyes echoes of their gloom,Turn away, let them wrestle in night's consuming room.We spin as astral realms in soundless flow,Yet touch as shadows with nothing to show.In spectral waltz, not every step converges,So retreat softly, let them guard their dirges.