The Broken Moon

Sometimes you wane
sometimes you stay
sometimes you are lost
Oh! wasted moon......
now time is lying beside me
like a tiny baby

remembrances of forgone days
yester rains drenches
those lamenting trees
graying dreams
a great span of time wrenches us
ultimately.

The broken mirror
reflects a thousand sun
in a thousand ways........

by Daisy Pereira

Comments (1)

'The broken mirror reflects a thousand sun in thousand ways' is really beautiful.Very nice.