Antiques

And in this moment
I forget
just who the mirror is looking at
the pieces fall
from frame to floor
the princess doesn’t live here anymore.
Broken all the window panes
stained glass paints
the gardens decay
but all along the corridors
sounds that mark the ghosts love score.
A symphony and nothing more
sounds that haunt your heart forlorn
take the mirror from the drawer
you’ve found who you’ve been looking for.

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