#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...
and thats when i know
thats when i see
this is mirror is a barrier
from you to me
the outside looking in
the rays convince the barrier to break with colors
and for a minute
i see our way out