She walked over to the window settings
And reflected on her magical surroundings
She had always loved her idyllic town
With its warm, heavenly weather crown
It was a place that encouraged only
Her tendency to feel sparkly
Then she saw clear
Something in the distance near
Or rather someone
With a reflection done
Accompanied by a beautiful face
And gorgeous eyebrows in place
She glanced at her own reflection
She was a patient
Controlling plain-looking woman
Her friends saw her as a shrilly saint
With fluffy hair
And eyebrows that scare
The reflection face stepped closer
And she could see better
The beautiful glint in its eye
She looked back with a cry
Even more thereby
Still looking at the giant projection
I wish I could be that reflection
© daniel miltz
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