Each time I stood in front of the mirror
A stranger peeped from behind
Gesturing some odd signs
Unused symbols
Strange sounds
Unusual shadows
Warning me of the twisted silences
Cautioning me of blank expressions
Filled in my eyes, blurring my vision
When I closed my eyes
It whispered in my ears
"White fields in the black clouds await you on the paths untravelled..."
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