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The Woman In The Mirror
Contributed by
Fernanda_F_Rocha
on
Thursday, 29th September 2005 @ 04:53:35 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Who is She
The woman in the mirror
How sad eyes see
How tired she looks
Those marks on her face
They are lines woven by life
Who is She
The woman in the mirror
She is not just a reflection
Seems like she talks
Talks with her eyes
What are they saying?
Who is She
The woman in the mirror
That stormy look
I've never seen it
The pain that hurts in them
I can feel it in me
Who is She
The woman in the mirror
She can't be me
I would know if I was She
But something I feel
The answer is in me
By Fernanda F. Rocha
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Fernanda_F_Rocha
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2005-09-29 04:53:35] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Woman In The Mirror
(User Rating: 1 ) by SPSM on
Thursday, 29th September 2005 @ 07:04:43 AM AEST (User
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You to? Seems I don't even know myself anymore. Great write. |
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Re: The Woman In The Mirror
(User Rating: 1 ) by mjiann on
Thursday, 29th September 2005 @ 02:59:12 PM AEST (User
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well written. good imagery describing not recognizing yourself. |
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Re: The Woman In The Mirror
(User Rating: 1 ) by xXx_Fem_Fatale_xXx on
Thursday, 29th September 2005 @ 03:21:12 PM AEST (User
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Sometimes we have this thing, of moving our soul outside our body and look on ourselves from the outside, as if the body n live isnt us thats living it. We tend to do that in times of hurt n sadness and when things get tough.
I love the lines:
"Seems like she talks
Talks with her eyes"
Our eyes are lil mirrors of our innerself. What words can hide, our eyes reveal.
Lovely written, I like this piece.
Huggsss,
Nats. |
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