Poetry Clips – Hold – Part 2 (Tears Taste The Same)


The mirror reveals

Shadows on your face

You hold the words you cannot say

The remains of shattered dreams

In the hollow of your hand

Turning them over and over

Until the emptiness within you

Is no longer there

But tears taste the same

© Ann Bagnall

The Psyche mirror - Morisot, Berthe. Museo Nacional Thyssen-Bornemisza
Image: ‘The Psyche Mirror’ by Berthe Morisot

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