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Past Mirror

By Sejal Garg


The more we aspire,

The more we strain and tire.

The more we develop,

The more our paths overlap.


The road we see each day,

Feels familiar in every way.

The scent of purpose fills the air,

Echoing voices of those once there.


The same old feeling,

The same old self-healing.

The past is a mirror — it reflects itself,

In others’ lives, or within ourselves.


By Sejal Garg


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