I don't see pretty
looking in the mirror at me
I keep asking
where is she?
where did pretty go?
no one will know
she was once there in the mirror
now I can't see her
where could pretty be?
pretty, come back to me
Copyright @ Aqua Flower
picture courtesy of MasterLife
We feel inner beauty and see outer beauty. Inner beauty is so perfect. This is really a beautiful philosophical poem so touchingly delineated.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When you start to lose yourself it doesn't matter what is reflected in the mirror, you will not like what you see unless you like the person you are. Inner beauty shines brighter and lasts longer that physical beauty. A good poem and a 10.
Liking and loving yourself is the first step to finding that beauty reflected back in the mirror! Thank you for your comment and appreciation.