Broken Pieces
Through the broken pieces of a mirror
I see the hollow face of an empty skull
It’s not likely that there’s one that’s dearer
Through the broken pieces of a mirror
The reflection ties down the soul of the bearer
There’s certainly nothing that makes it dull
Through the broken pieces of a mirror
I see the hollow face of an empty skull
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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