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Who is she looking back at me
A blur in the glass of history
Lost and oblivious to what is today
Years rolling by and gone before me
Trapped in a world of trickery
Mesmerising madness unfathomable sadness
Washed away to times persistence
Who is she?
Great poem, P!
“She” sees through the trickery now!
Wow, that’s great P, ty
Wow P … What a poem! What a talent ! Do you write much.