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Poetry

For all those who broke their glass slipper and still search for stars in the shards.

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by GlassDryad

by GlassDryad

Clouds,

Grey hem wanderers,

Your mood suits the deep

Wrenching of soul.

You take my tears

And cry them for me

So I don't have to rain

Inside

Have to rage inside.

You split the fears of myself,

Thunderous serrations,

Stitching light across the rents,

And fall

And break

And weep for me

In the water of a thousand woes.

*I wrote this almost 20 years ago...