Tonight I counted 31 stars, scattered around a fingernail moon.
Tonight I sipped champagne with friends.
Tonight, I still felt sad but I found some shards of hope.
Shards, clear and sparkly,
Part of something bigger and beautiful
But still sharp enough to hurt if handled the wrong way.
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This is a beautiful poem, Alice.
ReplyDeletethank you Linda :)
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