The sand on a beach is broken glass.
Forgoten windows, forgoten moments,
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
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