Shattered 5/5 (2)

I am from crying babies
From lonely nights
And warm evenings

I am from the giant grey building looming in the distance
I am from cherry blossoms
And faux flowers

From the doorstep of a school and lost secrets

I am from gliding boats soaring from the rivers
And god above

I’m from dark hair flying in the breeze

From sticky rice and warm soup

I am from the spicy Hunan girls

I am from nowhere and somewhere
Dark eyes and fortune cookies
From the taken and received

I am from the mirror
Each shred and glass
And now in forever


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