Images cast of a mosaic of shattered glass,slave to the dancing lites.
Shadows of winding distances mocking the fleeting gaps...
The stuttering lite struggling to be in the overpowering darkness ..
And then there is the U in me , strong and resolute!
A journey through known and unknown,
Sitting at the verge, unable to relegate either,
The twilight casting weird shadows,
The distorted clarity creating choas,
While the stuttering hope's inclined to the known...
But it unawares, is fleeting the distances, dancing to the tunes of fate?!
The mirror shattered still wants to grab and harbor the image,
As unaltered, strong and resolute as ever..
Is it the distance, mosaic, lite or the unknown?!
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