Reflections in the mirror sigh
They show me of my youth flown by,
But, still I see behind my eye
Those years I touch in memories.
The passing of my beauty's age
And yet, I feel no rising rage,
For I am on another page
Yet, still I touch in memories.
I have flown like birds in air
No time to think, no time to care,
I once knew that young girl there,
The one I touch in memories.
See the lines of time passed now
It seems I just don't care somehow.
Yes, you mirror, take a bow,
Though ...I can touch...in memories
(c) ZYDHA HART 2004
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