Mirror

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Due to the thought of my strength,
Hold to the reflection from my mirror.
A world we form,
With thousand of mirrors.
We see through their eyes,
Some loved some cutting to our fights.

Judging us and letting us,
The one thing we decided.
The wings let loose,
Or the sentence in hoop.
Live travels up and down,
Slow down with the path of your heart.

The pain in those eyes,
The similar to with yours.
Mirror, mirror,
Let's hear your true self,
To decode and to form again.
The shattering and the cracks,
Not on the glass,
But on your mind.

Words cut to the door of your smile,
The grin shows the last of  its happiness.
Reflect what is made mirror for,
The genuine, kind,
The love in soul of yours.
The kind, respect,
And the not forgiving,
But your forgiven world.

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