the mirror by the table
pictured all that was
to be and not to be
it only takes
the courage to speak
now
never shall I dance
in fear of freedom
not shall I sing
in despair of the past
sorrow shall blow
through the curtains
To my way
Yet I shall fill
The empty vase
flowers of each kind
for when thunderstorms
Clouds my night
the rainbow
Shall colour my breathing days
there
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