Every morning every evening,
She stood, all alone,
In front of a mirror,
And combed her hair,
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A human voice in front of a miracle of beauty.Astonished by the magie it sparkles!
My mirror is the boy, I met yesterday! what a twist! and the poem is beautiful!
..............your poem's imagery is perfectly described....and you painted the picture beautifully....
A woman's beauty pleases a woman most. Of course boys have different angle! Lovely poem enjoyed it very much.
Your imagination is making a kick start! A real connosseur of beauty, I must say! The poem closes with some really interesting lines; She said to herself, It's not my mirror, It cannot speak, And, describe me, My mirror is the boy, I met yesterday! ...............Enjoyed! !
A nice imagery...........................................................