Yes! I perceive you in my reflection
while admiring myself in the mirror
The bristle paints the eyelid,
and the brow rises with the glint of shimmer.
Surely, it's not me as I perceive myself in the mirror.
Puff! Puff! the sponge gives rosy colours to my pale skin,
and the cheeks start resembling the star that has inked my skin
Surely, it's not me as I perceive my reflection in the mirror.
The brush interacts with the colour on the palette,
and give shape to the boundary of my talkative lips as I sing
Lips so seductive, they are not mine as I bit them thinking I am a dreamer, who is murmuring in her dreams.
Yes! I don't perceive myself in the mirror,
I perceive the true owner of my soul I believe.
The smile I sprinkle in the crooked times,
the confidence I gather to sew the ends of life
from notorious to the elegant perspective of my personality
Yes! It's not me.....
it's you mummy who lives and reflects in me.
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