When I look in
The two way mirror
I don't see me
I don't appear.
I see a blur
And a pretty twist
Of a couple swirls
Of smoke and mist.
Then an image appears
Like a light purple shade
Then it slowly trys to disapear
And starts to fade.
I see some one
Don't know who she is
She looks like me
Only that cant be.
Could it...
I do that too...especially first thing in a morning...lovely...thanks
nice...sometimes one is so ashamed of ones ownself that you dont dare admitt that image is yours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
once again, pretty poem: -) it was beautiful.