#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 sunrays,
My default, loudly silent alarm clock.
Shuffling across the room groggily,
Or rather, springing across it to roll the curtains,
Depending on mood disposition.
Looking through the window,
The dew shines in the grass,
Like broken...