by M.R Vavala

Created on: May 12, 2009

I stand before a mirror

Cheeks aglow

Skin like pearls

Oh how pretty-

Another dance tonight.

Whirling and twirling in the arms of strange men

Whispers, words of love

sonnets so beautiful

Oh, how the days have past...

into months, then years...

I stand before a mirror

Eyes dark

Skin battered and weathered

Prettiness faded

No dance tonight.

No strange men.

No whirling...no twirling.

Oh, how the days have passed...

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