Shards Of Glass

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Through my kalaedoscope,

of colored glass,

of shattered symmetry,

and measured beauty,

angles and arches,

fragments of hazy shadows,

stained glossy pieces,

over a bricked wall,

or within me?

embedded,

sharp edged,

from the fullness of form and shape,

came these,

broken,

and lonely,

unnamed shards of glass.

In My Lavendar Notebook.

Drowned into it..

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