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A poem that reflects on relationships |
| Mirror Supple hands no more Mirror on such vanity lies Foolish lovers' touch that fades Time... Time... Fragile lines deeply etched in time. Swept away by the howling winds of goodbye Who are you there in the loess of memories? The girl I knew? The woman he loves? The me I have become? I knew you well, but I know you not at all In the end, I fade... In the end, you fade... In the end, we are no more. Frozen forever beneath timeless unchiseled stone. |