Harried dresses,
Worrisome tresses,
curling about in frenzy!
gazing in longing..
at lines and mirrors,
believing the lies and sinners.
each bearing a silver lining,
a reflection, of its own.
Do I map ?
Do I map ?
to the expectation of beauties...
you so rarely adore
Evenly you look at me,
unimpressed.
Consciously I wonder..,
and you close the door!