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22nd April, 2000 | 14:10 – 14:20

I was looking
in the blue mirror reflecting
my image – unchanged, unaltered,
thru’ the many years I’ve sauntered.

Soon, the noon turned to evening
– I wondered, was I dreaming?
A motion, and the mirror broke
– images grow from the ripples, I choke.

I picture someone leaving –
I feel pangs of pain, my heart’s grieving.
Like people, the ripples fade away,
pretty, petty people, in memory’s maze, fade away.


the image has been taken from junibearsjottings.blogspot.com…thanks to the author.. 🙂