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Look at it for a minute
Your face is on the surface side of its reflection
Below the surface lies the truth
The deep voice from within
The real sight of the cores
The sounds of repressed aches and woes
The wrinkle of souls passing time
The promising plans still resting in the mind
The actual taste of the facts ,painful and sore
Of which we ignore or feign to be blind
In our life they are abandoned and torn
But still preserved inside..
The sweet is never as sweet without the sour, and I know the sour which allows me to appreciate the sweet.