RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sharpened Tears - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Shattering glass memories with
sharpened tears of blue crystal.
Resting in our beds of lace on
final days of misery, we are
showered with bouquets of roses,
falling like fragile petals upon
a frozen ground of snow white
flakes from heaven's gardens.
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