I saw in the mirror
a disheveled human cast
barely recognizable
for it was clinging onto it's past
I humored myself
at what I appeared to be
there was a deep calm within my heart
even as I looked at the caricature
of reining calamity
but when deeper did I go
into my own cleaved shape
I saw lost amongst the light
my belonging to the darker shade
Yes! There was a streak
of burning of my grievous heart
My mind could deceive me
but the mirror played it's part
Why did you go?
Is this the reason for which you cleaved my life?
That oft in the anguish of my soul
Beautiful poems takes respite
Is this the reason for which you cleaved my life? That oft in the anguish of my soul Beautiful poems takes respite a lovely reflection indeed!
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for it was clinging onto it's past I saw lost amongst the light my belonging to the darker shade My mind could deceive me but the mirror played it's part Why did you go? Anguish and the poems generating in the soul. thank you for the passion you express and the philosophical analysis of your own self. thank you. tony