this poem written for an online poetry contest in response to the above image
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The glass remembers light, sharp edges soft with time— each fracture holds the sky like a half-spilled prayer, while the streetlamp hums a hymn of shattered dreams.
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