The Mirror

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He squealed and struggled ,

Away from mom's hold .

Crawled and rolled ,

Over the furnished floor .

Choking merrily around ,

Mesmerized over elegantly
carved objects abound .

As if they were reared
from the magic land ,

He holds For an instant .

Agonized and looks astonished ,

To see his mom perished .

Tears welling up his eyes ,

Panicking up and down the sky .

His creepy silence claimed ,

A horrific cry ahead .

On sight of his Mom ,

Resumes his breath on hold .

Twinkling and winking
his merry eyes ,

For a while the stars would fail
so far and high ,

Continues in a while ,

His own magic tale .

To his sole pleasure ,

Out of any measure .

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