My world is crashing,
Colliding and falling.
It was upon a pedastal,
But now lies at my feet.
Broken to pieces,
Smoking and smoldering,
Not sparkling.
As it burnt,
but did not shine.
I want to pick up the pieces,
As I walk away.
Away from the heat and coals,
and on to a new day.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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