Stained Glass World
shattered, broken fragments
of this bittersweet stained glass world
fine feathery slivers dancing in the wind
like snow
razor sharp, they destroy all they touch
passing by with the smoothness
of the breeze that carries them
painting a trail of blood
shimmering with shards of this stained glass world
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