Mirrors
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Mirrors

Some days, I
look in the mirror
seeing more gray hairs than brown, yet

today,

the color of youth
seems to speak to me more clearly.

How thought plays
tricks, pushing me back
and forth like a bike in the wind;

one day,

it gives me wings, then,
friend turned to foe, my wheels are stones.










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