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The Mirror

It was a struggle indeed to reflect
An ethereal beauty to the fullest effect.
Imbibed like a princess from a fairy talemirror
Shimmering aura shining from her skin pale
Ebony curls accentuated her image
Enchanting and alluring was her visage

The mirror shone and paused a second
Was there a trace of melancholy to be reckoned?
Were those big amber eyes bedewed?
A tinge of mournfulness on her lips imbued?
Oh! The hindrance of a silver glass!
Longing to free the heart of the lass.

The mirror struggled…

Poem #20 for National Poetry Writing Month Challenge


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