Shards on the Floor

Through the window, I see
see the shards scattered
scattered like thoughts
thoughts broken,
broken glass, glistening
glistening in the morning light

A clear glass, dew-kissed
kissed by cold air,
air heavy with silence
silence echoes, echoes
echoes of yesterday's fall
falling doesn't mean an end

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