Glancing through the ripples of life,
I see what gives me back in time!
Not the mirror that says I am fine,
But the broken glasses to read those lines.
Unheard and unsaid to the mystique around ,
I feel the silence that grows profound.
What reflects back is loud to me,
Speaking a lot of the locks and keys.
Difficult to decipher the chamber of it,
What stays behind is the reflections within.
-SSW
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