Broken Mirrors
The sweetest sound blowing
softly in the air,
When you’re outside crying life’s’
too hard to bare.
Quietly listening to the beautifulness
singing to my soul,
Sounding like a symphony saying,
“I’m here my love, you’re not alone.
“Alone is not at all what
you are…..
I am the light coming from
that falling star.
I am your hair of golden
locks,
I am the sparkle in your emerald
green eyes,
I am the music sung from a tiny
music box.
No need to shed your brilliant
diamond tears.
Remember my love………
I’m beside you here in
broken mirrors.”
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