In a room adorned with echoes of the past,
A mirror hangs, a witness to the years,
Its glass, a canvas, marking shadows cast,
Reflecting joys and sorrows, hopes and fears.Upon its surface, there's a mystic mark,
A subtle scar that time did not erase,
A tale untold, a secret in the dark,
A riddle that the looking glass will face.What tale lies hidden in this cryptic sign?
A love unspoken or a heart's lament?
Or was it just a whimsy, an odd design,
A fleeting moment's artful accident?Within this mirror's mark, the answers hide,
A sonnet etched in glass, where worlds collide,
Where reality,is exposed by a crack,
And bounces back to attack.BLACKX🖤
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LOVE DIARY AND OTHER SHORT POEMS
PoetryUnderstanding the sweetness of love,is through conquering the pain that comes with it...