The Lonely Muse
Monday, November 10, 2014
The Mirror
Keeping her face
On the lake surface
She asks herself
Am I pretty
Water ripples
Never stop
Like her heart and mind
Never rests
Mirrors tell of her beauty
The river
Tells her of her heart
Pretty but ripples
With ups and downs
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