A last look at the reflections of the past,
It's all so vivid in the sparkling lake.
Old memories, the laughs, the tears,
The dreamy eyes, earnest pleas to the shooting stars…
Moments of triumph, frequent visits to cloud nine,
Solitary trysts with pain, tranquil solace in utopia,
Chilling winters, stormy winds, scorching heat,
Have fought them all, have been a phoenix all my life.
Never was a mountain high enough, or a valley deep enough,
Imagination was reality, passion was a magic wand.
But time has changed, and so have I;
Gazing at the gentle ripples, I wonder who art thy?
A different mind, an unknown image, a vacant spirit,
Questions that reflect, rebound and resurface like the ripples themselves.
Adieu to you, identity, a new sojourn, beckons me,
A different lake, a different reflection and a different me …
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