The Girl In The Mirror

In the mirror,
I looked at and I saw a girl.
There I saw, those eyes staring at me;
I couldn’t believe how much she had changed
Far from it, I no longer recognized this girl.
‘Who is she?’ I questioned myself.
I backed away, refusing to look into the mirror;
Fearing to look at her;
In my mind, I told her to ‘Go away’.
She was once the lovely girl I knew
The girl whose happiness fed on dreams
But she was lacking of being loved;
She had lost herself into another realm
I couldn’t save her.
Or perhaps I could?
I looked at the mirror again,
There I saw her smiling sweetly;
The thought came into my mind,
She is loved once again…
She is loved.

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What is Life?

‘What is life?’
I pondered to myself.
Every little thing has a life.
Questions of it have not been answered.
I asked myself again,
‘What is life?’
Ah…it is still a mystery;
A mystery of asking why we live;
What is the purpose and
What is the lesson learnt?
‘What is life?’
All I know that it is something
To be left unanswered and yet
It is still a question with uncountable perceptions.

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