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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 03-01-07 03-04-07 A BROKEN GLASS How many years I’ve shook-off, Grabbed from that deceiving time. To gave birth while walking to the scaffold, Something I’ve ever dreamed to be mine. Carry it under my clothes, To give no space to that ruinous ruse. Embrace it by my hands, hiding it beneath that glassy froth, Caring not to taint an impending breakage, I can’t live from that loss I have gone through many executions, Yet I am still standing here. Always weary in death but never in resurrection, Living, for my grasp on it is sharper than any spear. Yet an eclipse can’t be evaded by any moon, Although light still prevails. Darkness out grown its twin in doom, And even the gleam inside to float had failed. Endeavors of mine are no worth at all. To that thing I have cared for. It’s just when I dropped it and free its soul. Brought by this ruling gloom and shattered light scattered on the floor. Could anyone rebuild the breakage? Connect those tattered parts? Who could replenish the crater on the pledge? Who would first lay down his cards? Though it’s too hard, Though it’s too tough. Though I was hurt, Still I need to need to laugh. A laugh that hides my grief. A smile that hides my pains. A scar that was painted to a leaf, A tear that bore through that flame. Flame in the heart of that glass, For centuries I’ve kept it untouched. Still its breakage had struck it in a rush, And turned that brilliant thing to pieces of worthless dust. Who knows after a blanket of days, Shattered glass would do it itself? With no one’s grace, Taken neither from a god nor from an elf. by: ELC
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