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Reflections
In the mirror I saw my own fragility
Sagging contours weighed heavy by age
An arid landscape of fissures and brushland
Time had eaten away its lustre
Leaving a fallow space
The eyes, once sparkled crystal blue
Now faded pale & weary
I studied this ageing fossil
This reflection of reality
Scratching at the brushland
Wondering what time had done
with the young m...
Wednesday 31st August 2022 1:58 pm
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