Who is this young woman
sitting in the light,
her dark tresses, thick,
her lips, shiny, and bright?
I sense I've seen her
somewhere before.
I feel our paths crossed
a long time ago,
to faraway lands, and
half-opened doors.
Yet, eerily, I still
hold her close,
to my heart.
Her eyes,
painted and pencilled
in rich, smoky hues,
are drawn with precision
to intrigue and amuse the
vibrant youth of her being -
she lives for the moment!
Her future is foreign,
faraway, unforeseen.
Still,
there's something about her
that's strangely familiar!
If I could just hear her voice,
it would all be much clearer.
And,
after listening very closely
to what we would say,
I'd take our advice,
and meet her today.
Just the two of us,
here, in the mirror.
Thanks for visiting!
Poppy
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