A Broken Mirror

All these touches which descend from that balcony in a dazzled evening can't stay in our hearts without scorch. Our eyes are so small to see the life which sits with its hidden beauty behind our times. Please tell me; how the waterfall can wash my dream while I am a broken mirror and my soul combs her destruction at that corner without any hand. I am a crippled shadow, so don’t try to see my heart.