A young spring-tender girl
combed her joyous hair
'You are very ugly' said the mirror.
But,
on her lips hung
a smile of dove-secret loveliness,
for only that morning had not
the blind boy said,
'You are beautiful'?
Mirrors can be fooled but inner beauty is no illusion... wonderful poem.
Superb, Well written poem.... Read my Mirror if you find time...Thanks in advance.
When has there ever been an idea of worth that couldn't be further expanded on? That fact does not mean one should expand on every idea. Elegance is a virtue in both poetry and in science.
expanded on? bollocks. says it all doesnt it?