Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Who’s the fairest of them all?

I hear the banging of thunder

Allowing the whispers of others;

And all you do is unfold

Those tempted thoughts tenfold.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Is there one fairest of them all?

All shall live with the same ease

And all breathe this gentle breeze;

Yet none of our faces are the same

While our aim is just the same.
By Ayli Girard

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