Matter of Perspective In Mirrored Halls
Games played in my youth
Feel strikingly similar
To these mirrored halls
Holy chains woven
So one might grow as separate
From their true partner
In these mirrored halls
Appreciation reflects
I hope it connects
For this tree stood strong
Believing itself of life
Unable to know
Leaves changed in the fall
Green lost signaling the end
Are they still the tree?
I wish you could know
I have not given you up
Though road has been long (rough)
Hope springs even now
This chestnut landing beside
The one meant for me
I knock on your door
The same as I always have
Bright eyed, bushy tailed
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