HUNDREDS OF FACES
Two hearts
mine a mirror
yours a stone
your strike
behind is left
hundreds of tiny shards.
Each shard
mirrors your face.
My heart now
the mirrors
of hundreds of faces...
Two hearts
mine a mirror
yours a stone
your strike
behind is left
hundreds of tiny shards.
Each shard
mirrors your face.
My heart now
the mirrors
of hundreds of faces...