Confession.

I splintered a mirror,

The mirror that gave my flawless fake image.

It crashed with a creak on the floor,

Spilling tiny silver fleshes everywhere.

Do not scrounge for the reasons,

Let me alone know them.

Some snickered, some pitied.

Others’ ireful eyes waited to burn me down.

Smile is my answer.

But into whose hearts, the pieces pierced so terribly,

, they  sting me and  I cant bear.

Soon, I will turn a forgotten song.

And no lips will sing me

And that is what I need.

Then I will be relieved .

My furtive flight will start

To where I shall really belong.

Perhaps you are a mere living image now,

Like what I have been, like whom I may become again

or

You too shall find this strange mirror soon,

shining strangely in the dark

Beckoning everything that it shouldn’t .

The mirror that can reflect you

When you never really stand before it.

Is that why?

Long long ago, on a starry night,

When a rain drop, from the lap of a cloud

Looked down and saw in the deep dark woods,
A lonely white withering rose, sleeping amidst the thorns,

And went with the breeze to touch her face,

And with his cool silver lips, kissed her weak pale cheeks,
The leaves giggled, 
The moon smiled 
and the brook was mute….

And in the serene silence, the rose wake up in shock

And for a moment, went to a daze

But

Slowly then shyly she smiled, and beautifully she blushed

And did her cheeks glow rich deep crimson ….

        So is that the reason why roses are red???