#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 an array of colours emerges.

We worked so hard to prevent more Ray's of the sun,
we worked so hard to prevent more sunlight in.
We have changed the colours of our curtains on several occasions,
yet this seems not be make a difference,
for in this part of the globe, sunlight is not in scarcity.

After several decisions, we took to one location,
behind the bed where we could wake up and immediately see ourselves and...