mirrors whisper verses-
that paint the canvesses that are blank-
of invisible blades
that penetrate my spine.
moving lips
inaudible dialogues
the bored winds speak
of unseen portraits
unread letters
unheard songs
whispers beneath the moonlight
miles away from me
the mirror paints a wicked picture
but te picture is in canvass…
taken away from reality…
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