Who is this strange face across a dim dank room? I stood in earnest, wondering, waiting. A shadow cascades down the center hardly a noise, but a flick or a bat of a fly wing, humming. Walls streaked with years of hard times, hard lives, never stayed but for a moment, realizing that face was a sad one, a lost one, it was a reflection of sorrow and guilt, there stood a mirror through the shadows I seek, a face which is mine.
Posted on: Wed, 27 Aug 2014 07:47:18 +0000
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