Arabian Sonnet: The Reflection

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The Reflection.

They're dead those eyes covered in black lace,

Yet a half smile is on her face,

Her lies surprise while my thoughts race,

I see her sigh when my mind increases its pace.

Who is that girl with golden hair?

with such a graceful air,

I meet her sad stare,

Why are all others unaware?

This girl I do not know

She is certainly not me though,

The light in her is turned down low.

This reflection is too confusing,

The girl's stare unmoving,

Yet I find it almost soothing.

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