Mirror, mirror, show me true, My imperfections and flawed reflection through and through. https://amzn.to/3UTo89Y
Reflected in the glass, a sight I dread, I saw my face marred by imperfections spread.
Imperfections dance before my eyes, showing the picture live, a bitter-sweet surprise.
I saw an exhausted face once sheen, with eternally an unbroken still keen.https://amzn.to/3CCTZVR
Lines etched by time, reciting my history’s rhyme.https://amzn.to/4fNdhWS
Fine lines grow across my eyes,https://amzn.to/4eA6wGR
A bad texture, but a sweet disguise.
An experience of fading light, a silent plea,
Lost in my memories, a soul set free.
Blemishes and scars, a history untold,
In this mirror image, no doubt a truth resides;
A body imperfect with spex on my face with sight grown old.
In this imperfect beauty, a heart resides
Filled with pride where authenticity abides.
Beyond the surface a beauty unseen,
Strength is found, in sacred ground
Resilient and keen.https://amzn.to/4fNdhWS
So let the mirror reflect what it may be,
In this reflection, I embrace my art of imperfection.
Let the mirror tell its tale, https://medium.com/@canu5794/the-lost-world-of-manikyamani-b52ea18cbfa8
This reflection, of imperfection,
I find my worth, A journey of self-love ”the greatest worth”
