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Oct 2018
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me the tale of she who was crowned
The fairest of them all,

Were her eyes blue, brown or green?
Was she blonde or brunette?
Was she slender or athletic?

Tell me mirror what made her fair
So that maybe I may be fair as well.
Tell me the tale of the fairest of them all,

Was it her glowing skin?
Was it her heart shaped lips?
Was it her pearly white smile?

Tell me mirror what made her fair?
So that maybe I may be fair as well.
Tell me what does she possess that I do not.

"What defines beauty, cannot be seen or touched for true beauty is only felt"
Was all the mirror replied.
No tale was spun and no answers were spoken.
We look for beauty in the most materialistic ways never understanding what it the word really means.
Written by
ForgottenRhymes  19/F/London
(19/F/London)   
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