Mirror, Mirror
Young, innocent, and free
Unblemished by the tolls of time
Eager to experience the vast world around her
Untested, untried
Blessed in naivety
Wide eyes sparking, glistening
Hands reaching, grasping
Ever leaning forward, onward
Ready as she will ever be
Always ready to explore
She is flying, she cannot fall
Seeing no obstacles on the path before her
Looking in the mirror
She sees herself
She sees herself
Looking in the mirror
Obstacles she has overcome spread behind her
Her wings are worn, she is tired
Having traveled so far
Knowing she can never be truly ready
Still leaning, shoulders hunched
Hands holding, clutching
Crinkled eyes deep, peering
Blessed in wisdom
Tested, tried
Familiar with the seemingly infinite world around her
Wizened by the tolls of time
Aged, wise, but always free.
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