lights above the mirrors,
to make the lady look,fairer...
she believed,she was that fair,
and everyday it was the same...
the lights faded one day,
she could not stand the dismay...
she shattered the mirror hard,
she met death,her veins bled...
she would kill,she had vowed once-
anything, that would not speak truth...
.
.
.
.
the lights went off,after sometime,
thought it was wrong,lost it's life...
mirror did not reflect,she had no life...
but in the dark truth was there,alive...
truth was alive, like a stone,in the dark,flowing red
though they were gone,truth stood,unmoved...
for it was not truth's fault...
she did not look at it,in the right light...
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