Mirrors
by Nickolas Urpi
I can see my face in your eye
I can see my face in all your eyes
Dark or bright, tender or solemn
A spectrum of tales untold—
Buried confessions, whose cacophonies huddle silent and alone
Joyous songs which never kissed the free air for human ears to hear
Enchantments swelling these stories burning in my own chest
Ready to burst in a torrent of words
Until the passage is broken and the summation moment shattered!
Until another pair of eyes should build it anew…
A cycle of human touch, unfelt…
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