The Mirror
What I see is a reflection of what the universe has wrought,
Amidst the stardust and the starlight an image of space,
Dark and cold, voiceless and void,
Tempered with time the vanity has dimmed,
The excellence gone,
A window to the soul or a window to the seasons of life,
The pane holds the tears which roll as a winter’s rain,
Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest one of all?
Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2017
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