Tell Me, Mirror

Tell me, Mirror,

which face do you see?

Is it a pale face,

fairer than fair,

unsullied by sun,

moist and unlined, 

unblemished by wind.

Glowing white,

white as snow



by footprints.

Or is the glowing skin wrinkling,

the shining white greying.

As time has passed

has it picked up some dirt

in passing.

Maybe it’s darker still in places

as the whiteness decays.

As it melts away

like the snow.

Tell me, Mirror,

Which face do you see?


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