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The Secret Door
#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in mine room,
Showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom.
When it gets hit by the golden rays of the morning's sun,
Mine world changes for just a while.
When it gets hit by the silvery light of the moon,
A doorway doth open.
A world of my own making.
One were fairies and elves run free.
Were the trees reach for the sun and the stars.
Were the hills rolling along the horizon.
The blue skies over head,
Clouds drifting slowly by.
Were rivers flow freely and lakes run deep.
If ye enter,
you may never wish to return.
© A.R.Kicinski
A silver mirror kept in mine room,
Showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom.
When it gets hit by the golden rays of the morning's sun,
Mine world changes for just a while.
When it gets hit by the silvery light of the moon,
A doorway doth open.
A world of my own making.
One were fairies and elves run free.
Were the trees reach for the sun and the stars.
Were the hills rolling along the horizon.
The blue skies over head,
Clouds drifting slowly by.
Were rivers flow freely and lakes run deep.
If ye enter,
you may never wish to return.
© A.R.Kicinski
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