Mirror's Cruel Gaze Comments
I come to a room adorned with whispers of time,
Where the shadows dance in a rhythmic rhyme,
And there, an old woman stands with a heavy heart,
Gazing into a mirror, looking at the crooked work of art.
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Excellent poem. Thanks for sharing. A very bright thinking about the reality. Congrats
That's a great description of how it feels to look at yourself and see how the troubles of life have turned your self image! This poem deserves to be shared all over!
Wow1 what a POEM! ! ! Only Poetry can put together this deep, deep geometry, .with such art and insight, that these words and feelings, will Never, never fall apart
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7/23/2025 10:54:28 PM # 1.0.0
The crooked work of art i.e the old woman represents the lost Grace of youthfulness. However, not taking in that reality she feels still young and beautiful at heart and above all undeniable that comes with age. A lovely contemplative poem