Strangers known to each other
In broken mirrors pieced together
Bits of reflections come close to me
Over these years the bits have ceased
Far away, though you breathe close
Fear in the moment I will lose
How much longer till we mend the way
The broken roads bleed and stain
Wilting flowers that once smiled
Are washed down by all this trying
The night is falling, it's closer still
You look though me, though the distance
I blank myself out just for you
Colour me with the brushes you choose
Empty out all that you can't see
Mend the roads and heal my wilted feet
-A. Tulsiani
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