Deeply gazing through my reflection
my perception frequently changes
Distortion stares back, longing for peace
Each minute perfection achieved,
a shattered remnant of who I long
to see, would be
If my mirror wasn't shattered
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This is a lovely poem you penned here, we all long for that peace, unfornately it doesn't always happen the way we want it too but we just need to hold onto the faith. Well written poem dear poet
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Another moment of the quest of the self to know itself. This is the opposite of the experience of Narcissus, whose mirror can never be shattered, unless if freezes over, and then it isn't a mirror.
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