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Hope
#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.
Except , the array of my hopes ;
which is betrayed by & keep deminishing day - by - day .
Multiple steps ahead , but a sudden backfall ;
and all in vain - the move forward .
May , the gloom lift me ;
and keep the sign in - in beliefs & hopes .

© _silent_vocal_