Poetry

A reflection in the mirror
cast a shadow on the wall
Standing face to face in darkness
just a picture of a doll
And underneath a book of lies
so simply, elegantly bound
A letter lies erased once more
like dust upon the ground
And rain fell down from silver skies
and blurred the lines we live inside
Now side by side stand life and death
their secrets in the silence hide.

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In the twilight’s fleeting glow,
memories begin to flow.
A tapestry of hidden fears,
woven through the passing years.
The mirror cracks, the image fades,
exposing all the masquerades.
Yet in the fragments, light appears,
dispelling doubts, unveiling tears.

Through the storm and through the rain,
we seek to understand our pain.
In every shadow, every guise,
a flicker of the truth belies.
The book of lies now open wide,
its secrets spilling from inside.
The doll’s facade, a brittle shell,
crumbles as the stories swell.

Beneath the surface, deep within,
where silence holds what lies begin,
There’s a whisper, soft and clear,
guiding us through doubt and fear.
And as we step from night to day,
the shadows slowly fade away.
In the light of newfound dawn,
we find the strength to carry on.