#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...
Eyes lift up to it making it shut next moment,
A warmthness filled in body next,
And chill winds shivers to spine sent,
The feeling is best.
Blood rushed to cheek turning into deep shades of red,
This endless sky looked breathtaking under the silver mirror shades.

© Ankita Mishra