.
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.
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/lsc
a note from bugs 