Tempered shards of my reality,
leave my joy desperately clinging.
Falls and losses suffocate me,
to keep mine heart from singing.
From shadow realms hidden,
the Watcher peers with delight.
Slivers of the remains do falter,
when darkness takes the light.
Only One can mend the shatter,
to restore piece by piece by piece.
My King everlasting whose power,
can make the angry tempest cease.
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Reflections and Shadows
PoezjaProse and poetry. *Thanks so much to @DebZirOeZ for the stunning cover for this poetry book!*
