Broken glass-
amid sand and rocks.
Midnight star-
an expiring light.
A dying rose-
among decaying weeds.
The lonely child-
on a rain soaked street.
A butterfly
weaves aimlessly-
if you look inside;
this is me.
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Broken glass- Author notesWritten August 23rd, 2006. Pretty self explanitory I think. A contest entry
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