The stranger in the mirror
Every once when I gaze at this piece of glass.
It’s just for seconds that the impression lasts...
This time, when I kept staring at me,
a stranger in the mirror is all I could see.
The realism as always is bitter to accept,
that I’ve become nothing except
nothing except all that was me
a stranger in the mirror is all I can see...




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