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Mirrors

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Mirrors

My breath of life escapes,
To join the smoke coverings,
That jailed the smile of Sol,
  Over my freezing soul

Reflections that hit,
This floor, don't leave a hint,
  Of what will be mine,
If tomorrow shall ever shine.

So, what's the use of these mirrors?
If you can't see what's yours
By looking at it, I can only see shadows
A glimpse of the clouds' unshed sorrows.

Mirror, mirror on the floor,
 Can I ask you a favor?
Please stop flowing away;
I want to see if I'm pretty.

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Fay Claridad

Fay is a Jill of all trades. She is a licensed professional teacher, content editor, HR Manager, and self-published author. She has published two books on Amazon and is currently working on her goal of printing her books locally. At present, she is an editor at LexisNexis®+UK and handles four practice areas (Family, In-house Advisor, Pensions, and Practice Management). Fay is also an HR Manager at Little Rain Center, where she reports three times a week. On weekends, she continues to teach English online to her private students and also takes on content writing jobs from Upwork sometimes. Some of Fay's favorite things to do are having coffee with her family and friends, reading books, creating beauty content (she is a UGC creator), making resin crafts, and playing her guitar. She has written a few songs back then but is not planning to pursue a music career anytime soon.

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