Beauty
Arched eyebrows,
Pale face,
Gaunt and pulled to the bone.
Irregular features
But serene and calm
And fairy-like
In her sorrow.
Ethereal and beyond
She looked the picture of the protagonist
of her unspoken fantasies.
Her smile so warm
And stunning in its expression
Of absent emotions.
The irony of life
With its "everything
And nothing"
Seemed to tease
Her lips
Into a half-smile.
Eyes glistening
Yet not a single tear-drop
Fell.
The abandonment of
Her gait - her every movement
Proved that anything
beautiful
Must come at a high price.
Perchance
My eyes fell
On her:
And startled
I heard
The mirror crack.
(c) VedicVerses
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