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Mirror Reflections
In morning light, her makeup fades,
Green hairpins lost in tangled braids.
The sun caresses her rosy cheeks,
A crimson flower about to speak.
A babbling brook flows by her feet,
Peach blossoms bloom, a sight so sweet.
She lazes, reading books in bed,
Gazing through curtains at her head.
Her dress of red, a timeless style,
A lustrous veil, a gentle smile.
She may be plain, but in her way,
She's beautiful, a delicate display.
The sea may swell, but she's a pearl,
The clouds may move, but she's a whirl.
She glances at the flowers bright,
Picks pear and white for her delight.
On the riverbank, a few trees sway,
As leaves of autumn slowly decay.
Though time may pass, her grace remains,
In mirror reflections and sweet refrains. |
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