Though my heart could be a mirror?
Then I can see my far away loved ones and some friends too.
This tantalizes threadbare heart worries all the time of the mysterious death that plays 'hide & seek'.
Never appear in the mirror or inform in friendly manner though it's closer.
The hooligan monster that comes as a stranger in odd hours
And he knocks at the door obliquely as an obligation from his superior hoity-toity.
*Ode for stillborn infants
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/objects-in-mirror-are-closer-than-they-appear/
