Fifty ugly spots in the mirror
Mediocre old crystal with the cracks of time
I don’t recognize what’s within your frame anymore
A strange aged figure who looks back at me
Destroyed presence who only shows the hours
Mirror old mirror, who was the most beautiful of all?
The stain of the years have shattered your figure
Leaving not sparkle left from your far gone youth
Little by little your image is fading
The image you’re showing me is not alive anymore.
If you feel you can't live without writing . . . you are a writer. RMR.
You are my inspiration
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