asr [late-afternoon]
I stood in front of
a panel of glass, watching
the misshaped figure
that stood motionless.
The sun was only
a dim ｓｐａｒｋ in the sky,
and I couldn't make out the gentle creases in her eyes,
nor the brightness of her smile.
It seemed to me that as the night approached,
she began to lose herself in the єνєяℓαѕтιиg darkness.
Her reflection stood frozen,
stuck in the middle of time.
Just the same,
her heart was pulled into a storm.
She couldn't escape the
ƃuıʍoןq gusts.
Because instead she was glued,
to the person on the other side
of the ｇｌａｓｓ.
A/N:
Assalamu Alaikum or hello,
Incase it wasn't very clear, the main character is reflecting on herself as if she is looking in a mirror.
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faded blue
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