Garden Of Broken Things Poem by guillermo veloso

Garden Of Broken Things



I hold this glass to the sun,
Virgin, radiant, yet
Already broken
My garden is a garden of broken things
Lives like glass already broken in youth
The wounds I suffer I suffered in the womb
The sun I gaze upon rises in the dark and falls at dawn
The end I embrace
Lives in the precious moment
And so releases me

Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: moment
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