#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...

It's there for my beauty
It keeps it when my eyes glint
I stand still and stare at each other
Staring at young me through the silver mirror

All this loneliness it has shed
It has given me a companion
I smile, she smile
Her teeth is as white as fresh milk

Not to the silver mirror I talk to
It's my companion behind the glass
I go near, she comes near
I go on sides, the silver mirror holds her

This is a magical silver mirror
I pace forth like a slug
My silver mirror brings her near
But the high five shreds our beauty

N. J INTJA
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