Nothing would be left in this world, all will go except our photographs and memories.

A poem I wrote long ago.

I look into the Mirror every day. My life is the unknown.

Apne bhi dujo ke bhi.

I miss you so much.

The mirror is made of glass. This last product comes from the transformation of sand. You have to be careful, when you look at yourself in the mirror, because of the risks of developing body image problems.

A scene from a book, it seems.

Sometimes when people look in the mirror, they can’t see on the outside what they are on the inside. It’s a cursed blessing in a way.
~R.A.H.~

The true storys of a man with only a ninth grade education that has seen & done more than most could only dream of in a lifetime.
Some happy, some sad, but a extremely interesting adventure.
By Dan Williams.

This poem is about how a person may feel after having a hair transplant. Most people love to see themselves when they see themselves in the mirror. "Is that really me?" You may hear them say this.