Reflection
It's another life,
reflected in the mirror.In the mirror, in the window. The bare window.
Off the silver tinsel, that entwine with unseen lights.
Photos cluster,
in a collage upon the blue wall.
In the the mirror, there are drawings on a white wall. Half a white wall.
Snow, cold, falls behind the two owls that guard.
Blue hues are everywhere,
In the mirror, behind the mirror, and the mirror itself.
Cool tones, cold tones, toned distant and sad.
Organized chaos that is left untouched.
It's another life.
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