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#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... a curse starts to presume.at 6 the night is here in the mirror a spirits near i hear a voice of the dead i run and jump in my bed the mirror i see has a line in the middle i wonder who i can riddle
© Betty miller
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... a curse starts to presume.at 6 the night is here in the mirror a spirits near i hear a voice of the dead i run and jump in my bed the mirror i see has a line in the middle i wonder who i can riddle
© Betty miller
