Editor's Column
Melancholic Reflection
18-Dec-2022

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Your beauty beholds as I look from afar
But all I see is emptiness as I get closer
I’m a marionette and your muse my puppeteer
As I use my words as mere tools to get to you
In the expanse of darkness that you present
I look deeper to find beaming gems piercing through the void
Gazing into them I see my own reflection
As I realize it was only a mirror all along.
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