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Broken Glass

December 28, 2007
By Anonymous

Moths, Creatures of the night, Content in their gentle fluttering, A blank quest to the light. Shattered in the blink of an eye, These little shards of glass, Chipped, with broken wings, They die the death of innocence. Still, light dances on broken glass, Wings begin to quiver, Tentative at first, But soon without fear Their wings pound the air, Until the sky is filled with them, Butterflies of glass, A swarming snowy flight.


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on Apr. 21 2021 at 10:01 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
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Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

you should add paragraph breaks