She was broken,
Like the glass of a window
A stone had devastated.
But there was grace in those splinters.
Bewitching glitter of shattered glass,
When sun shone upon them.
Beauty in brokenness.
That's what she was.
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Just Thoughts and Emotions
PoetryRandom stuff about random things. It may be a thought on a matter. It may also be an emotion I feel is relatable. Maybe poetry ( sort of ) just RANDOM STUFF.
