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A Broken Mirror
A broken mirror is my heart
You shattered and tore it apart
Now I know not what to do
How can I stop loving you
When the mirror is broken
Never can it be fixed
I can still remember
My greatest fear
It was hard to put aside
To not just focus on you
Not to confide in you
Let you break my heart into
Voices are calling my name
Never changing just waiting on you
I never realized what you did to me
You do not need to be sad
This could all turn around
Just so you and I
Can be happy once again
My mirror will not be torn
I can not let my heart
Be dark and cold again
We have to spend some time apart
The light I have to see
So I can look at the view
A mirror is crystal and clear
It has no scratch at all
You are wonderful
Inside and out
Those things are what made me
Fall in love with you
To think that I could see
I never thought I would
I will find one thing
A mirror of my heart
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In a smile's mirror
My sky opens beating
With so many storms
it is then that dawn's born
And rushes toward you
In the mirror of your eyes
The windows explode
on a country of milk
of honey and of reeds
and are born the sighs
of the lovers embracing
other mirrors are born
those of unreason
and those of fate reflections strange reflections
of our love that trembles
in the starry river
the arrows of the sun
in the mirror of time
Hit collapsed castles
on a beach of crystal and wind
riddled with wrecks with shredded flanks
shadow towers in skirts of ivy
ruined bastions and crumbling ramparts
I walk in these reflections without touching earth
caught as in an abandoned child's anguish
all the emotions of slow awakenings
tremble in the mirror
Mornings when soul comes back to life
on the shore of slumbering marshes
And this pale attentive mask watches me
with the cold eye of reason
from deep down in this shimmering abyss
where an inexpressible anguish ripples
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I have a mirror.
I look in it everyday.
Sometimes, its not what I want to see.
Instead, its what I want to be.
My hope is to think clearer.
Its that mirror I want to break.
That shattered glass comes with consequences.
It looms with seven years of mistakes.
Still, every morning I have a task.
To look in that mirror and not see my past.
To look beyond my woes,
And pray to God I can clean that mirror and save my soul.
When all is done and I am at peace.
I shall look in that mirror and just see me.
The eyes will close for me to take my rest.
In my sleep, I shall dream I have done my best.
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there is a gentle quiet repose about truths
the mirror holds them up so well
zen so well apportioned it crystalises
the world harmoniously to itself
we have all the respect for it
everyday we go up to it
to soak up its sublime honesty
smile and go face the world
as straight as we could
the part of us we love
we carry with gratefulness
a luminousity that lightens our steps
the part of us that slices up
our assurance of ourselves
we too carry with an ounce of dignity
like the mirror that never falters
in the face of adversities -scars, tortuous lines
that dig into the soul, claws that tear the hearts up,
shrivelled up looks, noses that go the wrong way, mouths
clefting like a mozart run awry
we throw in the grains
to help the mirror apportion
a better part of us to us
running through every corridor
of the selves, without fear or favour
in the spirit of the mirror
promising an enlightened trail friends
can rest their heart with ours
a zen mirror where strengths and
weaknesses, paradoxes and shortfalls
dance over our eyes with the
exquisiteness of a new and promising dawn
john tiong chunghoo
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