My mind is empty of you:
No soul, no song, no shadow
in my mirror, a silent sea.
Under this crystallised water
is my life dissected and pinned,
rare and fine, shell shining,
still eager to fly.
Bilingual writer, translator, reader, reviewer, journalist, independent scholar, publisher, and newish gardener
24 Apr 2015 Leave a comment
in NaPoWriMo2015, Writing Tags: Writing
My mind is empty of you:
No soul, no song, no shadow
in my mirror, a silent sea.
Under this crystallised water
is my life dissected and pinned,
rare and fine, shell shining,
still eager to fly.
