Mirror (Poetry)
You decorate the form
The mirror starts feel ashamed
When you smile
My heart Song seems to play
I think if you see you
You are unknown
With whom it is from ages
My identity old
See you to get you
I seems to be fulfilled
You decorate the form
The mirror starts feel ashamed
If I hold your hand
Don't stop saying this
You had promises ever
Do not break them now
When you stay away from me
Life looks deserted
You walked with me
Then the road will be destroyed
If you stay near me
Get to deserted
The song that touched from the lips
That song looks pleasant
You decorate the form
The mirror starts feel ashamed
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