Shattered hearts
Shards of glass
Scattered in my soul
Broken spirits
painful thoughts
strewn across the floor
It's an awful mess
but these pieces
once made me whole
So perhaps
in spite
of the wreckage
they'll be able to once more.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
