Of days gone by
Of memory’s past
Suckled from my breast
Shattered lives
Of broken dreams
Only shards of fragile glass
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Of days gone by
Of memory’s past
Suckled from my breast
Shattered lives
Of broken dreams
Only shards of fragile glass
The more of your work I read, the more you seem to grow in my mind.
Your words cut deeply the glass, very nice.
As if I was sliced by one of the the shards...
tessa