Broken Thoughts

The sun rises on the cold morning,
Warming the bones,
And the evening skin,
While the hustle and bustle,
Plays a sad tune,
There is that reminder,
The fire in the eastern sky,
Some things can be new,
Even broken thoughts,
Shattered in the mirror,
Reflecting reality in
Every splitered shard,
Will be mended,
By dawn's gentle embrace.