Mirrors to the mysteries that hide
Sharp feels in there, confide
Betrayed sometimes by fools
Digging out many pools
Shaded in plethora of hues
Reflects when we're all blues
Tears up through strife
When internally broken loses its life
A mirror into the precious building
That conceals a delicate thing
Two small vital men that do fit
Into the beautiful bony orbit.
YOU ARE READING
Expecto Patronum
PoetryWhen my words lost their way, My pen gave them a path! Every poem belongs to me and any form of copying or plagiarism will not be taken lightly. #46 in Poetry (27/08/16) #27 in Poetry (28/08/16) #10 in What's Hot (16/05/16)
