The Face of The Mirror

The day I see you,

I'll have all my lessons to learn and sessions to revise.


The moment I learn you,

I'll be an honest arc of miracle.


The class I awe you, 

I'll be the sparkle of your soul and dawn of your existence.


The time I gather you,

I'll be a plethora of thoughts and inclinations.


For I'm the soul of your motive,

I'm the peace of your misery.

And I belong to the mirror

and spirit of your body.


-Aarohi

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