Manoshi Bose posted under Poetry

Mirror mirror your silver surface I scan Reflecting golden truths sans any judgment But my own alas, clouded o'er one lifespan will perhaps lay waste till I cast this raiment With brutal opinions they command and mock Surely, love they'll bestow if I join their flock A puppet, I scurried from pillar to post Forsaking gifts unique, I now mirror most!   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!