The sand on a beach is broken glass.
Warm, shattered,
Forgoten.
Forgoten windows, forgoten moments,
Forgoten memories.
Broken into a thousand whispers, a thousand thoughts.
A thousand Memories.
All collecting together in the breeze of the day,
no matter how small, no matter how sad.
Collecting, to form something beautiful.
Something beautiful to be remembered.
Something to be rembered through a moment.
A moment to be viewed through
A Window!
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this is my secind fav. easy. your were so profound you nearly lost me. awesome job dear, i approve emmensely