Blood drips down the mirror
Not clear the mirror, hidden pain
Red streaks that can't be seen
By anyone but the bleeding
Not clear the mirror, hidden pain
Not to be seen before death
By anyone but the bleeding
What is a window for one is a mirror to another.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
Online) - Published: September 3rd, 2025 12:22
- Comment from author about the poem: Pantoum - my first one.
- Category: Unclassified
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