Even mirrors bow to them

by Regis Boff

I think memories must wait impatiently
in lines
to be called up.
Until the last.
After all, we dream to the very end.
And things then get crowded.
There must is a special place
for the dreams of young girls though,
for even the mirrors bow to them.
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