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Poetry of Witness, Falastine - A Mirror that Reflects Me Not

A Mirror that Reflects Me Not

A mirror that reflects me not
Behind the walls
Behind the maps
Behind the knots
A mirror reflects an angel
A fire place
A wooden hut
Alas, it reflects me not.

A mirror on my wall
On my pillow
In the air and everywhere
Reflects someone I used to know
Someone I've lost long ago
A face no one admits it ever existed.

The mirror was broken
But still
It reflects a child on the cross
A path to the sun
A wind to the east
A future on the run
But still
It reflects me not