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The Prism

Written by iamsmriti

My hands
Fumble
As the
Mirror escapes
Their grasp
And falls upon
the rough floor
Breakin' into
tens of fragments
Scattering
Numerous Images
of me
all over
Staring at myself

And I realise
How I have
Let Life fall
Like the mirror
Giving
Million reflections
Of Me.
Each different
from the other
Never complete,
though..