Crying mirror.

by Ankit V Master   Jun 3, 2006


My mind is impure
Tears all soaked into agony,
I see in the face of purity
Still, all I see is misery.

In the illusive fog of thoughts
Dense forest of memories thrive,
A hypnotism created by my own mind
Which is as false as my thoughts?
Something destroying my insight.

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