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SHATTERED REFLECTION
The hands of time tick slowly by
as dawn breaks in a new day.
A nightmare reality of
the receding night lies marked,
like so many fading stars,
in the shattered glass on the floor.
Silken shards of sorry souls,
their lives now trapped
in a dream of what was then,
what is now and
what should never have been.
Each broken image,
a moment in time captured
...Monday 15th June 2015 12:51 pm
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