by Robert Guphito

Created on: January 28, 2010

mirror: gloomy

he returned in a mirror
weird, I don't know

at dusk with age
by wrinkles on his face decorated

sympathetic blankly
no angel fragrance
every wrinkle tells a story
and pull the old skin full of tragedy

year in which the apology was not easy given
reflection of the wrath of the soul,
really the logic doesn't understand
that she was laughing that vanish?

where when I become him?
when death passed on?
Everything is gone - oh, so suddenly
in a mirror, I was dead ...

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