A pair of eyes
Looking at her
In the illuminated space.
They meet.
A thought sprouts
A familiarity dawns
Forlorn gazes
Feeling her features
With a tinge of anonymity
A tingle of mystery
Peepers fixed on the object of admiration
Wander all over her candle-lit face,
Failing to recognise an image
That looks back at her
Every time she gazes into the mirror -
For sometimes the greatest of mysteries,
The strangest of strangers
Are right there
In one's own reflection!
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