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Picture Window
For a brief time
I felt I had connected with someone,
then the dream shattered.
Like a rock through a window
you hurled my life,
distorting the view.
It was just a dream
reality forestalled for a short time,
comfort in your eyes.
But I watched in horror,
as the perfect pane shattered,
falling madly to the floor.
Fragmented reflections of my life
fell,
crashing around me
as sharp edged dreams came alive.
I tried to gather the pieces
and fit them back together,
but the blood ran from my wounds.
On the floor
I silently watched the shattered illusions
of life once seen through my picture window.
© Harley
Harley
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