Broken mirrors
Fallen pieces -
Reflection of faces -
I used to wear
On my bare arm
One, two, three glimpses of colors
The mist brought them down in lies, anguish, and grief
- In oblivion -
But then, throughout, tough and not rough
The lost thread of dark paths
Of dark moments
Of renewed moments
02/01/2009
Reflexion - Réflection
D' InSan à 22:49 2 comment(s)
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