BROKEN BOTTLES
A broken bottle can not be the same as the original
Broken bottles
Shattered glass, a mournful sight,
Once filled with joy, now lost in night.
A symbol of what once has been,
A fragile vessel, now broken and keen.
Fragments scattered, scattered wide,
A jagged mess, where hope once died.
A reminder of times gone by,
Of laughter, tears, and dreams that fly.
Yet in the broken, beauty can be found,
A mosaic of pieces, scattered around.
A testament to life's fragility,
A fragile thing, so easily.
So let us cherish what we have,
Before it's lost, beyond the grave.
And let us learn from broken glass,
To hold things dear, that will not pass.
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Juliusly
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Comments (1)
My favourite line is ‘let us cherish what we have’. Nicely done.