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Thriving Soul
Looking at the full-length mirror,
I see this plain young woman.
She has eyes identical to a night sky,
As dull as the narrow aisle.
Who is she?
Why is she there?
Why does she exist,
in the mirror of despair?
A smile takes its shape unto her face,
Hiding its sorrow and pain.
Just like drowning in the sea of grief,
But still trying to swim for sparkling bliss.
© MidnightArt24
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I see this plain young woman.
She has eyes identical to a night sky,
As dull as the narrow aisle.
Who is she?
Why is she there?
Why does she exist,
in the mirror of despair?
A smile takes its shape unto her face,
Hiding its sorrow and pain.
Just like drowning in the sea of grief,
But still trying to swim for sparkling bliss.
© MidnightArt24
Hi readers, thanks for reading my poems. Please do Like and Follow me to read more of my writings. God bless and enjoy reading.
