as  I turned away from the mirror

I looked into the face of time

fallen things were shattered on the floor

and time smiled arrogantly


a river flowed out of me

it was turning upwards

rivers never turn back

but they reach the sky


there’s nothing that time doesn’t know

because it is the witness of every pain,

pain like thorns in roses,

has drawn a caricature on my face

… do you see any resemblance?




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