Shutting her eyes,
she could see a hundred faces,
blurred and deceptive,
varying from black and grey.
In a world so dull,
she expected to see
a vibrant colour,
all the while
keeping her eyes closed
in front of the mirror.
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Poetry❝garland crown perched on her head, golden freckles adorned her olive skin, iron heart beat inside her being, stardust soul, she pampered within.❞ [hr → #23 in shortpoems]
