As a boy I stood before Mirrors
Viewed through bright eyes and smooth skin
Opposite
akin some faired haired Budda
Searching the lines of a smile, the crease of an eye
For character whilst
Opposite
nothing changes Save
The reflection, dull eyes, wrinkled skin
Opposite
akin some aging fair haired Budda
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