Broken mirror

June 2, 2012
By Phedorah BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
Phedorah BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
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The sky is the only limit, so why stop when you haven't reached the ceiling?


I tripped on a cloud

And fell on the concrete

A jewel broke my fall




I was lying by an apple tree

An apple fell beside me

A white horse came my way

Riden by a boy,

With golden hair




He gave me a broken mirror

I was scared to look into it.

As the tree disappeared

and the apple followed,

The boy rode away




I took the broken mirror

And held it before my eyes

That remained closed the whole time




and my eyes flew open

I slowly awakened

In my hand,

Was a broken mirror...



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