The mirror reflects your face times ten

in beauty and in happiness.

You glow. You fall in love again.

But under an enchantment.

 

You win your heart all for yourself.

How much time has passed?

You stroke your hair. You glow.

You fall in love again.

 

The mirror ensnares your heart times ten

in self-love and in ugliness.

Charmed or cursed you bare your cross

and glow and slowly turn to dust.

Poetry

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