The only window in my room,
Remain open, without a view.
The outside world, is too poisoned.
Too dangerous to even peak.
Now covered with old mirror, it speaks.

Mirror, mirror on the window,
What can you share to me?
How was the world going?
Is there still place left for me?
Mirror, mirror on my window, speak!

Please! Let me know what you see.
Let me know, is there still room for me?
Does this being can still see,
A happy place apart from here?
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour05, Image Prompt05