Plana de magica



This is not a bliss. I can’t call it a curse,
because I don’t know what and where.
What have you done, you did wrong
-when broken a mirror took everything.
Find that mirror, before it forgets.
even if you do, it won’t patch it back,
you can’t return it inside
without a permission from another part.

I wish, I wish, make my wish true.
I’m so bored, alone and a fool.
It can’t be true. It’s a lie.
The mirrors don’t talk. They don’t blink…
Don’t they…?
You never stopped to think,
when you pulled out a thought
from your own reflexion
-it really feels like a dream.
Doesn’t it…?
Mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all…