I see her face
in the shattered mirror
of my world
and in this moment
there is no pain or regret
there is no anger or blood
there is only the purity of youth
and perfect lines that trace
the piece of heaven
disguised
as her body
this is chaos perfected
the completion of what the gods
promised
golden and loving
like the rays of a tired sun
Angel of Mourning
you wash away my sins
and give new life
to the one
Ive wasted
'in the shattered mirror of my world...'. a way of viewing your world without her.. nice.. i like it. you write really good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great title, great poem.