The Mirror

A Haiku

By E. C. MiraPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

Photo by Михаил Секацкий on Unsplash

My face stares, waiting,

but one blink comes late. too late.

Whose eyes are behind?

Haiku

About the Creator

E. C. Mira

I’m a poet at heart, always chasing the quiet moments and turning them into words. Most of what I write is poetry, but every now and then inspiration pulls me in new directions.

www.poetrybyecmira.com

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