Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Mirror

I stared at mirror, 
It mimicked my fear. 
I grinned at mirror, 
It gave me my gentle curve. 
I wept before mirror, 
It gave me gloomy eyes. 
I stand before the mirror, 
And searched for their rules.
But the answer was void, 
As I saw my portrait in the mirror
And it asked me to stand straight. 

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