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Sometimes you see a beautiful woman from far away,- and all you can see is the unclear outline of her hair and her figure, - like a mirage. but you are sure that she is beautiful. Then as you come closer, there comes a point that suddenly you realize that she is ordinary; flawed, not beautiful at all. But then she smiles at you, and you smile back - - because she has a beautiful smile,- - and a gleam of personality in her eyes, And you realize, That She is a beautiful woman, after all. |
Copyright ©2012 Ashi Shadow --4/30/12 Inspired by an interaction with a woman from several days before and had been meaning to write the poem for a few days.
The poem applies to the roles reversed, of course.
Only came up with the word mirage this morning, so maybe it was a good thing I waited, although other parts of the poem may have suffered from the wait, but it came out well.