Faryad Shiri
Photo: Jessica Keating Photography
You think the mirror has passed the dream edge at the time that loneliness is going home untouched
And a note is left from you beside the mirror
With some dried roses leaves
Instead of sign
I know
That’s the remedy of my cries
And mirror is a cozy place for crying
I might have lost you in the mirror
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