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Light breaks in water, soft and slow,
memories stir; an undertow—
the sun slips down through fractured glass,
its gold turned gray, then ghost, then past.
Each ripple bends a forgotten truth,
a prism reaping shards of youth;
what once was whole now drifts apart—
a scattered ache across my heart.
Light breaks slowly, and so do I,
beneath this silent, drowning sky.
Refractions hide reflection's pain—
what once was clear does not remain.
About the Creator
S. Marcus
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