“As a white candle in a holy place so is the beauty of an aged face.” –Joseph Campbell (1881-1944) |
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An aged face reflects the person behind it. We will have our story written upon our face, so let it be a story of style and grace. MIRROR A strangers’ reflection smiled at me through tears of neglect. Once a silken shining beauty, now drab and drawn with age. Not from the years, but from the fears about the years. Doesn’t she see that my dreams free my feet to run racing into the crimson sun of life. So let me fly on wings of fantasy dust. Soaring above the wretched rust illusions. Illusions that hold earth bound beings bent and broken beneath their burdens of despair. Let me once again embrace life with seasoned style and grace. Let my mirror reflection reveal a portrait – Beautiful.
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