Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Facing the mirror and the music
When the shard breaks
our fingers, our skin
we do not fear seawater on the wound
rather fear facing the mirror, or the music.
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