Mirror, Mirror
A woman confesses to a magic mirror and seeks help.
Mirror, Mirror
You, a wondrous treasure
Those Gods only create
In their spare time
Witnessed by angels who proclaim
The birth of your creation
Mirror, Mirror
I found you at last..
(The Mirror remains still)
Mirror, Mirror
The flight of the imagination
The showcase of wonder
The illusory paradise
The dream-like fantasy
That embodies you
Mirror, Mirror
I found you at last..
(The Mirror remains still)
Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, Mirror
I cry aloud,
Of misery and despair
To free me from the clutches of death!!
And of this never-ending pain--
That is hurting me extremely deep
As my mind and body are going insane
(The Mirror emits smoke)
Mirror, Mirror
Reveals the heavenly marvel
Roots out my illusions
Erases my memories, thoughts and pain
Glorifies, enlightens and sanctifies me
And finally draws me into its glistening surface...
Freeing my soul at last...
About the Creator
Srinidhi Ranganathan
I hold a degree in English Literature. I love reading books and writing is my passion. "Dream of Rainbows" is my first book for children. I love to write fiction, non-fiction and blog articles on popular topics. Happy reading!
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