Clear but black,
its pure, mysterious
but mute.
It offers a reflection of what is set before them,
but have no power to act on their own...
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365 DAYS.
PoetryI am simply drinking coffee and rather lazily writing poems days after I was supposed to.
DAY 54: Mirrors
Clear but black,
its pure, mysterious
but mute.
It offers a reflection of what is set before them,
but have no power to act on their own...