Mirrors


The hills,
and rivers
over distant fields

The trees,
and seasons
in my broken dreams

Shattered mirrors,
where the lies begin

Just seas,
and oceans

There,
a lively stream

Of broken glass,
and crystals,
razor-sharp,
and paper-thin.

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