The Mosaic Luck

In the Mosaic tiles of Dawn Spring, How lucky are the broken tiles! How prudent and profound they bring! Oh colourful ! The once Fragiles. Years ago , they were the Brokens Yet now, they are wonder Smittens. Couples are bright, handfuls are dark Some are tiny, few are too large. All fragments entwine for one spark; Nor gleaming or burning it bursts. It can't be gazed and be stolen. Dull does the same what hued has done. The tiles sow none but assemblance Save brokens , keep dulls for good hence.