Who is this girl, who looks back at me?
Mirror, tell me your secrets.
What does she want, from ME?
This girl, who looks at me, from the mirror.
She looks, so old.
I feel, young, inside.
How can we co exist?
This one, who looks at me, through the mirror?
What hides, in her gaze?
What are the truth, behind her eyes?
Eyes, that gaze, at me, through her, through thr mirror.
Is she, a reflection, of me?
Or, I, her?
Who is this woman, who looks at me?
Mirror, tell me your secrets!
Eyes, now old, stares at me, still.
Still gazing, still asking who is this one, now old.
Who looks at me, through the mirror.
Am, I a reflection, of her?
Or, her, I?
Not, I, said she.
Said, I, who then?
Ah.
Aha!
We both turn.
We both seek, The Father’s Heart.
We both seek, The Father’s Lap.
He shall tell us who He sees. When He looks at her, at me, through the mirror.
Father, tell me what YOU see.
Who is this girl, who looks at me?
awed by her,
Cassandra
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