Tuesday, November 1, 2011

REFLECTION

Who are you there
staring back at me
from the mirror?
Who are you?
I don't recognize you,
I don't recognize you at all.
I thought you were much more small,
your hair was much more tame,
and you had a graceful frame.
Who are you there staring back at me?

Who are you there
staring back at me
from the mirror?
Who are you?
I don't recognize
your disguise,
wasn't there light in your eyes?
Who are you there staring back at me?

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