Behind the mirror

Sadness pains,
The depth is always deep,
Only if one could let it be known,
Maybe even show the cries hidden below,
But again in life everyone has a share of sorrow,
In vast thoughts ,
There are often short precise talks,
But own troubles not brought up at all,
Yet life must move on,
Like the oceans,
Never run out of water,
So does solemn whenever life is present.

Double_O Franklyne.