Multicolored glass litters the floor.
The shattered pieces scatted
From a broken window.
The lightest yellows,
To the royal blues,
Parading their wondrous beauty
Now flung across the floor
In a maze of shining glass.
Horrifying to some,
Lovely to others,
The shards will never again be whole.
Chaos, exerting its will on beauty,
Recreates an artist's masterpiece.
His artwork is transformed for all time
Because of one slip of the hand.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
This blog is for writing and random thoughts. I love books, poetry, and short stories. I am a beginner when it comes to writing, but I love it. Hopefully, as my reader, you will too.
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