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Mirror
#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
Showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
When it gets hit by the golden sunray.
My reflection turns a little bit real,
Showing the beautiful imperfections,
As the shadows dim towards the corners,
As the me becomes more clearer.
I keep seeing it fondly,
Murmuring words of encouragements,
Dreaming of many scenarios,
And scripts created in it.
The mirror kept judging me,
"This human is annoying,
Kept talking about things,
Which are never going to happen. "
But it still stayed there,
Like an old pal
Keeping the same view as myself
Neither nodding nor denying.
© Aaria
A silver mirror kept in my room,
Showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
When it gets hit by the golden sunray.
My reflection turns a little bit real,
Showing the beautiful imperfections,
As the shadows dim towards the corners,
As the me becomes more clearer.
I keep seeing it fondly,
Murmuring words of encouragements,
Dreaming of many scenarios,
And scripts created in it.
The mirror kept judging me,
"This human is annoying,
Kept talking about things,
Which are never going to happen. "
But it still stayed there,
Like an old pal
Keeping the same view as myself
Neither nodding nor denying.
© Aaria
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