Mirror on the Wall | Victor Eshameh

Beholding the mirror at the entrance of my house, but I can’t see a face; It is so strange, probably the mirror isn’t working; perhaps my face fades;   There’s a portrait hanging in the living room; in it watches a shape of a face; A young guy, brown skin and nice short hair dwells within, he smile in phases. He just won’t tell me what he was happy about;…

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