It's a flower life

Pensive Puppy

Mirror

Hearts are sometimes like mirrors;

 How they transform, when destroyed.

The shards reflect 

The breakage.

And picking up the pieces

Will make you bleed.

Everything has a darker outlook,

And it looms over you, like a curse.  

And it's bad luck,

Should you ever wish for wholeness again.

XXVII

All koalas all at once.

Fruli, you're my favourite.

:D