Wanting to see my ‘self’,
I bought a Mirror
For my new city room;
Didn’t pay in cash,
But in bills of love.
In the old rustic scene
The lake reflected, figures,
Though dancing in the waves,
Vast and deep; true images.
Every single night
Before the lullaby of street lamps
I stood before the Mirror;
I laughed, I cried, I danced.
Noticing stains creeping in,
Distorting my mundane reflection,
Never did the thought rise
A Mirror could crack to its core.
True, it did not crack
But instead it blasted,
And its crude shallowness
Left me all alone
To think of blue, blue lakes.
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