The Phantom In The Glass
I cannot explain what I heard
in the moan of the suffering
I do not claim to know
why the night covered the day
as if forever
and without hope.
I am without a reason
to explain the aches of history
I simply let it pass
I let mirrors hide my identity
and look deep within to find
the phantom in the glass.
poem by Harlequin Rose
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