An unsettling deciphers

a state of silence :

When every mirror sells illusion,

How can you trust a pair of dreamy eyes?

A stoic whimper,

A mist that smells like the sun,

A kiss that compels of it’s origin,

Carry all of them till the day of reckoning.

You never know, when you shall be healed,

A rebirth is just a meaningless smile away.

Isn’t it?

SB