the story of glass

glass memories

In the halls of memory, deep and true,

Lies a world of glass, sparkling through,

Memories trapped in fragile panes,

A world of wonder, a world of pains.

Each piece a memory, clear and bright,

Etched in glass, a beautiful sight,

A moment frozen, a time so dear,

A memory forever, so crystal clear.

The glass reflects the joys we've known,

The love and laughter, the friends we've grown,

Each piece telling a story true,

Of the moments shared, just me and you.

Yet, the glass also holds the pains,

The heartbreak, tears, and sorrows stains,

The shattered dreams, the love lost,

A world turned upside down at any cost.

But even in the broken shards,

The cracks, the chinks, and the scars,

The light and beauty flicker through,

A promise of hope, a chance to renew.

So hold your glass memories in your heart,

The colors, the hues, and the art,

Cherish each piece, the whole, the same,

For each tale it tells, holds a name.