No mirrors for the broken hearted.
You are still hurt.
Feelings.
Hope is a delicate thing.
We forget memories lie
When we are hurt.
Wise are those whose heart is strong.
Wrong.
We look back
and we see our dreams.
Let tears drop.
Spring is coming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No mirrors for the broken hearted, as you may see the pain reflected back in them. Wonderful write. Despite the pain and despair, theres always hope, a renewal of spring :) Thank you for sharing.