I am the broke mirror that
You threw out with the trash
As you didn't believe in that nonsense
About having seven years' bad luck
You never like that mirror
It never reflected yr good side
Always seeing my image crying for you
That's why you broke it
Yr remorse got the better of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, LeeAnn!