Opaque Glass. 

​Mirrors.

Showing exactly that

what’s in front of it.

Showing indirectly

What you actually see directly.

According to the angle

And the lights.

The closer you move,

The less you see.

The farther you move,

Wider the view.

Still, only what it wants to show

And not what you wish to see.

All efforts go in vain

To peek a glance

At what it hides behind itself.

Images stretched till infinity

Behind that glassy thickness.

And such were her eyes

Nothing but opaque glass. 

Nothing but mirrors. 

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