Sugar mixed with tears; inhaling screams of aching years,
Wind blew moving her hair; sorrow she took a dress to wear,
In harbor of time a moment she seeked; wrinkled her flesh & made her weak
Mirror mirror on the wall; give back my youth sell me back my soul
Sugar mixed with heat; knead the flesh to smooth the feet
Her beauty became a stamp; send away from her flesh making it cramp
Release me, the soul furiously yelled; as in cage of time tightly was held
The hair slowly turned gray; servant became to hear and obey
Sugar made to smooth the skin; caging the soul inside its bin
Sugar sweet, sugar sour; attract & charm such as the flower
Sugar and beauty mix to greet; skin, body & heart to bleed
Sugar, no its caramel; the road of heaven and sometimes hell.
12:20PM
15-3-2006
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Mirror Mirror on the wall...
Comments
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WoW! Isn't that true, all you ever hear people talk about is how they wish they were younger or more beautiful. Well done!
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Stunning Pen!!!
sorrow she took a dress to wear
Your words weave such a tale of longing, captivating from start to finish. Very accomplished writing..
~Erigeneia
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WOW this was very unique... I absolutly love the
magical chanting aspect to it.
It sounded like a spell kinda.
This is a beutiful poem of yearning for youth
Delila
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Magnificent Piece of Art
Ahh! you have penned the fate of life for some women and I see the story unfold, in sadness, pain and her being a prisoner of her own beauty. This is a brilliant write that touched me very deeply......novy
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