#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...
incresing the width, of the ray of hopes
trying to give my day, my destiny a new and happy slope
whenevr I look into the mirror
someone starts mixing the memories of my life, using a stirrer
it shows me the present and the past
some memories and feelings, that only with my death will last
future is something that is never told
some mysteries within itself, the mirror wants to remain unfold
this is the truth- silver, bitter and bold
© Shanid


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