And the mirror finally replies to all those who ask “Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”
“Dear people looking at me,
stop asking this question and let me be.
Is it not enough you can see through me?
For it really is not as easy seeing through thee.
Devoured I feel with the looks in your eyes,
they sometimes sparkle like fireflies.
In your question to me you expect me to say,
an answer that only you can cause to play.
Be the answer you wish to hear,
for that is the only answer that is always loud and clear.”
A sweet memory visits me
every now and then
It peckers on me with its dainty
peak like a white fluffy hen
It rolls all around me and leaves
marks like a pen
Then suddenly I find myself in a
memories filled den
Nostalgic memories that make
me feel like I am but ten
I marvel upon these memories as if
they were across a ben
I look at where I am and compare to
where I was then
I revel in the honey crusted
feelings that place me on a fen
Between a smile and a tear,
nostalgic memories play me like an
Between a cloven certain and
Nostalgic memories drift back into
their bitter-sweet lem
And loom back into the sky to
decorate it like the wezen…