Like the unhappy mirror,
All I could capture was the image,
The image of a past
That was once real.
The wave dies in the
Arms of the shore.
And like the absorbing sand,
I am soaked in regrets.
My heart stands still,
Like the unblinking eyes of a doll.
The days turn their backs,
In every direction that I see.
If love is a river
Why is there no
Traveller that pauses
To behold the enigma of reflections ?
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