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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

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