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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
The mirror, sparkling, gleaming bright,
It beckons, tries hard to entice.
My dreams, my hopes, my soul’s alight!
Is this the truth or mere a reflection?
I am a woman, they say the mirror is my need,
It plays many roles, friend, foe, lover.
Sometimes I wait, sometimes I plead,
It changes colours, it is wily, it is devious.
A mirror is an ocean where worlds collide,
Conscious, unconscious, dreams, truth.
Hearts laid bare, yet secrets to hide,
Illusions, visions, who am I?
I close my eyes, the questions wane,
The answers I seek, no mirror contains!
Rrashima is a senior corporate analyst with over 20 years of experience in the corporate sector. She is also a prolific writer, novelist and poet and her articles, stories and poems are regularly published in read more...
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