Life..Is It?
Looking though
the looking- glass
peering, wondering
when will this end?
Duplicates swirling without hindering
my imagination
the colors, fox trotting
across my eyes
When the mountains laugh
their belated laugh
and when the birds cry
their distressing warbles
will the looking- glass mystery
ever
end?
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