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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. Amazing !!