He lives in his mirror world,
He picked up a treasure,
He took care of this treasure,
It suited him, looked good on him,
But he got bored of this treasure,
He threw away this treasure,
And found another one which looked better,
Yet all these treasures didn't realize that the boy lived in a mirror world, full of mirrors.
He loves his mirror world.
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My Perspective
PoesíaA perspective of the world I live in. [#41 in poetry on 13th May 2018]