Only Shattered Glass Poem by Katie Berry
Only Shattered Glass
Glass falls to the floor,
It lies there shattered in a thousand different pieces,
My reflection is kind of a jigsaw.
I try to pick up the fallen pieces,
Only a sharp pain comes to finger,
And I watch as a bead of blood falls to the floor,
Falls onto to the shattered glass.
I look again at the broken glass,
To see a face look back lost in it's recognition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 4:05:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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