REFLECTIONS
To see the pain that feels your heart the inside turned upside down.The wounds in which were inflicted by harm the things that whirl around in your heart.
To see is not always foreseen wanting to touch is not always to touch.
Knowing the things you see your body do but sometimes you always feel like someone is looking at you.
The movement is so precise that it almost seems unreal, but for every turn and twist that person never misses
The big eyes the full lips the smile or frown that shown is the skin you see really there.
You stand and wonder if there is another world beyond the one you know.
As you focus in and wonder is he or she feeling what I am feeling you never know.
For every dream there is a dreamer and for every song there is a singer and for every thought there is a thinker.
You pull the eye and pinch the noise who is this person some times you ask that question.
But when you look closer you will see that the person staring at you is your ownself.
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