I often wonder what my red eyeglasses see? Perhaps, they fashion what is in front of them into a mandala.
Or what does a lemon see of the knife which slices them.
Moving in a circular motion, what about a very short poem. Perhaps, a tad astringent:
nothing
as sharp
as lemon
A mandala to glass.
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