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Shattered Mirror Seven years bad luck I think Looking at the mirror Lying shattered on the floor. Seven years of hell, I’ve served My life in tatters But, know you this… I’ll serve no more I pick up the shattered pieces Reverently… sacred shards Representing anguished times But beyond the fractured fragments Past the tortured tears I discover each one shines I am awed at what I find As I look and see the beauty In each piece of glass debris I have something here worth saving Made from a shattered mirror A mosaic jewel… called me |
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