As she touches the surface of her mirror
this potrait eludes reality.
For her defined description is merely at a loss.
Evidence of herself is subsiding.
She will fade as the grass.
She will melt like the ice.
She will leave like the wave upon the shore.
Seek her no more.
Vanity calls and asks for a return.
To see again the curves, the depth, the creation.
For a moment of elation.
But, for a moment she remembers
the figure has not defined her.
The reflection has faded as she has grown stronger.
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