Shattered glass

shattered glass

Like a dried rose

shattered glass

poetry fills a heart

proof old bard

exists.

For crying no prize

is given

nor any memory

easy to expose.

Numbness

strikes an old bard

like lightening

a dried rose.

burn baby burn

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