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fractured mirror II


always fractures into
shadows leaving
shards behind –

The flutter of a hand,
the curve of a neck,
a meeting of the mind.

Anything –
of a bond
the fight and the fire,
the fingers and the skin

of a flower
the desire, the scent
and the sin

of the bird,
a song and the absurd
of flight,

of the night
the impossible



heaven into hell –

or the simple oblivion
of a memory of light.

© Nina Light 2011 CC-BY-NC-ND


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