Rose petals litter the wooden floor,
Heavy drapes hide the beauty of the world outside,
The flickering candle illuminates a presence, momentarily,
But in a blink of those beautiful eyes,
She is alone once more, before the world.
Crushed rose petals like the broken dreams,
An innocence frozen in a day so long ago,
The fleeting silhouette in the glass – the façade,
Smothered by the brown damaged petals,
And she hides once more, behind the mirror.
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