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is the glass broken in enough pieces
it shatered
into the million ideas
that came after
porcelin white...
with red rose pedals
painted
in the maple seems
on the floor
how ever erratic
one can feel
the patern to its chaos
and rest
inside
knowing all is
as it should be
within the universes
dream.
WOW, double WOW. I like the end of this poem too. U r a good poet. I like the tittle too.
Have a nice and beautiful life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~My Best Wishes~
:)