Reflection..

She is finding her way

To the most beautiful bay

Nor the place with angels

Or the place with jewels..

She is making her way

For one prolong stay

Food to the soul

Home to the heart..

She is looking for things

Most important things

All for none

A heart to love

A soul to trust

A body to respect..

She is hiding from people

With most sweet tongue

With one devilish smile

With one killing looks..

In the mirror she stare

All the things she hear

All the things she’s scared..

In the mirror she stare

The devil has she became..

In the mirror she stare

Reflection of her own flare…

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