Pieces of my reflection fallen and broken,
shards lying everywhere.
Bleeding in scores of music being sung by
talented people.
Touching the saddened rhythms of my
affectionate heart, strumming me sorrowfully
in the evening of my lonely life.
Standing on the edge of fields, looking over
their picturesque landscapes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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