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Windows

a poem by thenorm

 

Windows

Are but tired recollections

From Yesterdays, when

Dreams Sustained Us.

So easily broken - and yet

Is this not our soul.

Fall, fall.

Heave the heavy rock

Through the pure, clear glass.

Broken, shattered -

Are these but our Dreams?

O Window,

My soul, my soul,

Shattered by a careless toss.

Pieces falling everywhere,

Falling on the ground.

And as the Window cracks

And falls,

My heart, my soul

Crumbles to the Ground.


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