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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