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.
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