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Remembering the shadows
Staring at the footprints left behind,
All through the journey—
A heart filled with regrets,
And eyes pouring futility.

Can’t blame the seasons,
No use cursing the mirror.
Life’s been falling like a dried leaf,
And the mind is filled with chaos.

Still, there’s a calmness in the silence,
And regrets hold a deeper meaning.
Fallen leaves enrich the soil—
Where new life begins.
The clock that does not tick anymore,
The sea that does not soar anymore,
The joy that does not roar anymore—
My soul suddenly went silent;
The body does not feel anymore.
What would a mirror say if it could talk back?
You stare at me as if I only show your looks.
But I reflect the weight your eyes hold.
Cactus is spiky—yet thrives where most life can’t.
Snow is gorgeous, but warmth it lacks.
This poem explores the idea of self-reflection beyond physical appearance.
The mirror sees more than just the surface — it reflects the emotions and truths hidden in our eyes.

— The End —