Splintered sunbeams slash the floor.
A kaleidoscope of shards, no more.
Whispers of a love that's lost its way.
A prism of pain, in a fractured day.
Glints of vision, like shards of glass,
Reflect the fragments of a love that remains.
Splintered dreams, like rays of light,
Refracted through the prism of a broken night.
In the kaleidoscope of shattered hope,
A new pattern emerges, a different scope.
A mosaic of heartbeats, reassembled with care,
A fractured light, that's reformed, and still shines there.
Illuminating paths, to a heartfelt form.
And the soft silence that follows the storm.
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Author:
My Boy Ryngkhlem (
Offline) - Published: July 17th, 2024 11:59
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Comments2
Excellent
Thank you, Tony.
You're welcome
Great imagery in your stanzas. Well written. Thankfully all storms eventually pass. I enjoyed my visit. All the best.
Thank you very much for your encouragement and best wishes. It means so much to me!
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