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Monday, November 1, 2010

Left Behind

She took first flight
from all the chances
she was to get,
Sailing through clouds,
a journey to sky she set.

A success like others,
born with her, on her day.
joys, smiles, pleasures
on her path did lay.

She was one among
the moon, the comet, the star
away from the ground
from the earth so far.

the games of soil,
the rules of dirt,
will never touch her,
never were applied before.

Everything she had,
almost everything...

...except for the mirror, left behind.