In the morning as she awakes, she walks to the mirror and looks into the eyes that show what once was, but no longer there...
She once saw the young, vibrant woman with passion that carried her thru her life, twinkeling in the past...
As she looked into the mirror, she traced the outlines of a face once beautiful and alive, now aging and grey...
She asked the woman in the mirror, "where have you gone"...."No where" she answeres back. "I am still here waiting to be reborn"....
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 7:20 AM UTC
In the morning as she awakes, she walks to the mirror and looks into the eyes that show what once was, but no longer there...
She once saw the young, vibrant woman with passion that carried her thru her life, twinkeling in the past...
As she looked into the mirror, she traced the outlines of a face once beautiful and alive, now aging and grey...
She asked the woman in the mirror, "where have you gone"...."No where" she answeres back. "I am still here waiting to be reborn"....
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