A tired day fell on the cradle
Looked up above the gloomy face
Saw a beautiful round white mirror
Playing hide and seek with fuzzy hair
often fighting the room with silver shine
And bringing beauty once again
A beautiful creation of nature
Making her presence even in darkness too.....
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Author:
Blackbeauty (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 24th, 2019 02:49
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THAKS AGAIN SINDHUJA : For a very elegant and expressive poem ! In my experience a MIRROR can trasform a ROOM and BABIES are always intrigued by MIRRORS. Thanks for sharing : Please check our site : thanks.
Blessings & Joy : ANGELA 🧡
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