Wednesday, November 15, 2017

.im mirror


I'm the mirror

If I'm the mirror, your mirror some day you will let me fall to get shattered into pieces showing me my weird faces my each piece would be wounded but in each you w' be in thousands and it won't be wilt for many lives and dreams would be charm alive the fragile petals will have cute past they will echoed in my endured parts How to accumulate such treasure stars and moon will ridicule sure would be I more beautiful than you as you will be in thousands in me
In breath and vein you circulate in me
they will chant you ever, in each beat