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Jul 2016
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.
Claudia Tara
Written by
Claudia Tara  Amsterdam
(Amsterdam)   
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