I do recall a mirror,
The honest sharp reflect,
As all of the voices of the past
Calling through fractured glass
To see each day the change,
Shy to the faces, an intruder I
became
A look turning slowly,
Page by page
I can no longer read, yet the
Stories are so clear
How far - removed, to not find your way
Back home,
At the consciousness inside pumping,
You've been gone for too long,
Evolved thought to sight actively,
I can't remember me at all.
©nirajbaral
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