#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... that is when its best to look away they say a mirror holds the souls real tight trapped forever inside that mirror there's a face that is has not bern totally free sad that she has to look at you and at me
© Betty miller