The girl in the mirror

 

When I was a little girl I used to look in the mirror

Did not have a clue who was there

 

As I grew up using kohl everyday The girl in the mirror seemed to change

As time passed there was not always a mirror so I gazed at the 100 rose’s bouquet

 

Years later when I looked at the mirror To see my real self, to feel the momentary zephyr

I found the mirror had always been there wrinkled though Reflecting the real me, the same me straight as an arrow.