I’ll be your mirror…

Face

The mirror struggled reflecting her beauty, foreseeing glory in the challenge of shimmering back hypnotic hues from the auras of her skin…

How do mirrors cope? …

The mirror shone… But did it overlook the hidden melancholy? Did it know the meaning of sorrow? She (with tearful hair, an image out of heaven) never opened up her heart!

The mirror shrugged.

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About Mauro Metallo

A Writer and Photographer equally at home in Italy and in Canada.

2 responses to “I’ll be your mirror…”

  1. kilted1 says :

    Beautiful words and detail Mauro :0)

  2. Imants says :

    Hi

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