Sunday, October 3, 2010

A trespassing

When I see in the mirror,
I am not alone.
A trespassing
and my persona is missing!
I am lost,
it's going, going and gone.
I used to make faces before,
colors were there on it countless,
now no more!
somebody's known,
perhaps my own,
a breathtaking evening,
a beautiful dawn!
Had been a king throughout before,
see its you
who made me a pawn!
Mirror can make magic,
I never knew.
If you come out,
I grab chance a few.
I am falling on you
that's undoubtedly true!

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