The snow is
falling
So is my soul,
Breaking the mirrors
Of the visitors.
You only see my
reflection,
But not my tears…
Is it because of
the glasses?
Or because of
the street?
However, I am
going to keep walking,
Missing out the
cracks in the pavement,
Missing your
sight
Missing you all
the time.
Hi Fabian, It's a beautiful poem, and a Beautiful picture, I loved the reflection of the sky in glass. Regards.
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