Fairest one of all
escaped the mirrored wall;
taking with it, my youth
and along with that,
the truth
Of all that made me the
young woman that I was
Or thought I was;
for we do not become,
until the living lets us be.
A beauty of soul that time,
and mirrors only
can set free
Lots of truth about looking in the mirror. There is also the mirror of the soul and heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the beauties of the soul can not compare to all the things that we would like to share. but this mirror on the wall looks deep and tells it all. beautiful write. a ten