The mystic mirror
Thursday, November 24, 2005
It has surprized me that the days turn so cold, so fast. What I thought to be a good day turned out to be a blue one. I met a mystic mirror, she weeps. Why art thou weeping sweet mirror? Has anyone inflicted upon thee pain? I inquired. No kind sir. But I met a lady. She stared at her reflection and her eyes turned red in anger. She replied.
Was she not angry at thou?
But I have not inflicted her pain for her glare to be aimed at me sir!
Dear mirror...she glares not at thou. But she glares at herself. Her soul burns in fury. She lives a damned life!
And then days passed. I beheld of the lady's beauty whom the mystic mirror had mentioned. And all I had to do was sing her a song...
Oh Let thy furious heart flee,
for even a souless eagle needs to soar free!
Only then can thy soul merry be,
And the world's smile cast into thee...
La vie n'est pa toujour façile! :->
Was she not angry at thou?
But I have not inflicted her pain for her glare to be aimed at me sir!
Dear mirror...she glares not at thou. But she glares at herself. Her soul burns in fury. She lives a damned life!
And then days passed. I beheld of the lady's beauty whom the mystic mirror had mentioned. And all I had to do was sing her a song...
Oh Let thy furious heart flee,
for even a souless eagle needs to soar free!
Only then can thy soul merry be,
And the world's smile cast into thee...
La vie n'est pa toujour façile! :->
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