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The mirror

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From the bridge of your dreams
You see yourself on the other side
Illuminated for a brief moment.
You walk away from the illusion,
Deciding to be only one part.
And yet at the very last moment
You turn around and look back
At the silhouetted image of you
In the distance, raising a right hand.
And you wave back with the left
Because you are the reflection
And this is the connection
As far as the mind can see.
This is it, that is all there is.
Anything else is meaningless
Compared to this movement
Of almost nothingness.
And the brighter it shines,
The darker your shadows.


A wintry landscape ►


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