Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Day 351

In The Reflection

In the reflection,
all is revealed.
Minor knicks become
gapping chasms.
Pores become satellite
disks in a trailer park.
Grey hairs become
an expanded Brillo pad.

In the reflection,
beauty is found.
Blue eyes twinkle like
stars in the light.
Blonde hair flows like
a horses finely groomed mane.
Red lips are
sultry in their desire.

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