Your reflection
borrows your life
has none of its own.
This innocent glass,
so easily shattered-
for looking alone!
A mirror alone
is still and empty
has no purpose.
Emptiness feels
the same as anguish,
fill the void.
Tears fill
a blank page best;
my spring rain.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
Your reflection
borrows your life
has none of its own.
This innocent glass,
so easily shattered-
for looking alone!
A mirror alone
is still and empty
has no purpose.
Emptiness feels
the same as anguish,
fill the void.
Tears fill
a blank page best;
my spring rain.
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