You are just like my image
Standing in the same stone corridor
With the same depth in those eyes.
Whispering the secrets
I revealed to you long back
And repeat them even now
Loudly sometimes, in my sleep
When I dream of you.
You wear the same dress as I do
Holding a same sized, melting candle in your left.
When I move forward
You come closer too.
Yet, when I try to reach you
My fingers feel cold
Even in the candle light warmth.
I cannot touch you
For there’s a mirror in between.
You are but a deception, a virtual image.
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