The window shattered
by boulders heaved
from a heart of discontent.
Rage built up
like a castle meant to become
ruins because time
stood against its construction.
It all fell down
making people run
to reconstruct the stones
that lie on the ground
smothered by moss and age.
Some where along the way
it was left behind.
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