Shards
I look apon a broken house, shards of glass strewn each a fragment of captured torment in a aged structure.
Falling apart a shell once fruitfull untamed by lifes demented claws of bleak erosion, as time pays a heavy toll on the fabric devoid of emotion as all the love is gone tarnishing alone it crumbles evermore...
Many a great story was told there love being found, generations grown aswell, hope filled it's sheltering bricks and mortar arms.
Alas Now the shards litter a broken husk forgotten and left to rot, as no one cares a thought to whats left behind amongst strewn silica.
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Falling apart a shell once fruitfull untamed by lifes demented claws of bleak erosion, as time pays a heavy toll on the fabric devoid of emotion as all the love is gone tarnishing alone it crumbles evermore...
Many a great story was told there love being found, generations grown aswell, hope filled it's sheltering bricks and mortar arms.
Alas Now the shards litter a broken husk forgotten and left to rot, as no one cares a thought to whats left behind amongst strewn silica.
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