Remains of a pulverized mirror
Creating a gallery of distorted images
Glorifying each and every flaw
Multicolored flecks
Of what used to be fragile memories
Incomparable webs
Of harmoniously woven diamonds
Glints of light reflect everywhere
Casting looks of calculation
Flashes of sun
Complementing the already gleaming shards
No accessory or artisan
To make the mirror the way it was before
Whatever remaining valor slowly deceases
Gusts of wind grow customary
Badgering the crystal fragments to shift
Footsteps intervene and crumble the glass below
Perfection now unattainable
All color and vitality drain out
And nothing is left but a glimmering void of brokenness