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My Reflection
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This nose of mine tells a tale
Without uttering a sound
It sings like the morning gale
While looking at the ground
The curve remains narrow and steep
With a modest shape and size
A trademark bump that’s quite unique
Lying right between my eyes
My grandpa and his father
Are resembled on my face
My whole family and no other
Has been bestowed this grace
So when I look at my reflection
I cherish each beautiful feature
My jaw and eyes and complexion
Are a result of new genes throughout each year
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This nose of mine tells a tale
Without uttering a sound
It sings like the morning gale
While looking at the ground
The curve remains narrow and steep
With a modest shape and size
A trademark bump that’s quite unique
Lying right between my eyes
My grandpa and his father
Are resembled on my face
My whole family and no other
Has been bestowed this grace
So when I look at my reflection
I cherish each beautiful feature
My jaw and eyes and complexion
Are a result of new genes throughout each year
Published 31st Mar 2016
| Edited 12th Jan 2017
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31st Mar 2016 7:16pm
I really enjoyed the form and content of this very much.
It's got good rhythm and rhyme when read aloud as well.
Because you have asked, I would suggest rewriting the
last line, as it breaks the cadence by a few syllables.
It's got good rhythm and rhyme when read aloud as well.
Because you have asked, I would suggest rewriting the
last line, as it breaks the cadence by a few syllables.
3rd Apr 2016 7:22am
There is a savage truth in self acceptance and that brings beauty and wisdom. Seeing the depths of your own history while being so present minded to accept science and aging raises some raw power.
