Mesmerizing
She stood before a mirror
Staring at the blurry image
Her face was unrecognizable
The lines on her face can't be seen
The unwanted spots,
The dark circles,
That short nose she hated,
All gone.
For a moment, she felt satisfied
But the fog slowly faded
Her gleaming eyes started to show
The lips one adores appear
Her face finally sharpens back
She thought after the fog, she'd stay different
Maybe somehow her appearance would change
If only she would know
She's already mesmerizing as it is.
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Solitude
PoetryS O L I T U D E (n) a state of seclusion or isolation. That's all it takes to free my thoughts.
