For all of us to see hangs the mirror in the hall.
The mirror reflects perfectly, yet leaves nothing looking quite the same. It lives on spite, on kindliness, on despair, on care, love, insecurities, fear, memories.
It is as permanent as our sense of self, as ephemeral as the glance of our eyes, as fragile as the glass of its making.
The mirror itself is never seen. We look beyond its surface. Everything it contains is borrowed from outside.
In the hall the mirror hangs for all of us to see.
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Notes:
1. Written on May 10th, 2022
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