#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with its silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray.

Memories of the past give their way,
When someone begins to sway,
Letting the light give its way,
glittering the mirror in its silvery ray.

Happy moments seldom escapes,
the chance of an image in a silvery way,
Trapped temporarily in the silvery hue,
leaves a trace of permanent hue.

Seeing thyself seemed more beautiful,
in the silvery glaze,
Fills the mind with a sensation wonderful,
Reminds always about those days.

Mirror, mirror silvery mirror,
reminds me always my past
A bonding never to end sure,
mirror, mirror magical mirror.






© Chinmoy