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it was sprinkling at daybreak ~

tiny droplets promised rainbow hues

if ever the sun might be found awake.

rays seeking in grass pearls of dew.


a delicate, fragile thing was born:

silver thread connecting two souls.

blushing girls sigh, widows mourn

fuzzy warmth into raging hot coals.


but, like a mirror, it shattered.

as dandelion seeds in the wind ~

they all took wing and scattered

never to be whole again.


boots crunching bits of broken glass,

scraping and scarring the floor.

given too freely, aside it was cast

in a sudden and heavy downpour.



Published by bugsiboo33

just a place to post some poems

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