#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...
not everyone can enshrine in the heart of your hearts
it takes several lives to build a tomb for
new life
My mirror of hope has; but turned out be be a delusion
You see through it, affirm, and you are in seclusion
Deluded my soul in the tides of mirage
I, the naive soul, lost its way in the camouflage
Desires, expectations seeking thy home
Empty crossroads enlightened my shores
Errors and omissions I am not going to Calculate
My blunders are been reflected by that silver mirror kept in my room!

-sidrat ©



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