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January 1984

 

staring into a mirror

at whats staring back

as at a stranger

s the way i seem to be

 

never knowing

just who to be

i hide behind facades

that quickly crumble down

like an old brick house

against the wreckers ball

 

have patience

for eventually ill see

the face in the glass

thats not unknown

by anyone but me

who has just avoided it

in search of fragile dreams

 


Each New Day A Miracle
Copyright Peter Rhebergen
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