She perched in a niche, embracing her knees,
With tossed hair, tangled by the breeze,
And a dried-up look where tears carlier rolled.
All she did was shiver and freeze.

Her eyes sought something, waving in inspection, Suddenly heeded a victim, craving for affection,
She wiped her tears and shortly found out,
That the victim was none, but her reflection.

The mirror...