It was a dusky evening
Tardiness in the sky
Warmth of the incandescent smoldered onto her cheeks puffed with pancakes
Scooping the uneven feebleness she held
She looked dazed at who she was and the reflection from the other side
Both had differences
She from other side was more confident ,smirking wittily
While she looked for reassurance from her
Every time she had something new
She would always try in front of her
There was an unusual relationship between both
But one thing they resonated together was the sadness
Then her reflection and she became the One
The Girl in the mirror was a piece of her but not the whole of her
It feels for the moment i went back in 1920s the beauty has another meaning to it.
It does not only involves eyes but all the senses. You feel, breathe beauty.
Even a man without sight can escape into surreal beauty.
When long walks had no intents other than living the moment
When breeze touching the face one could feel it and absorb it.
New was nothing but daily affairs with little curiosity
Courage was not an understatement nor a testimony to the World, rather to the self.