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by: daniel fesperman

The pieces of a broken dream lye shattered on the floor,
Questions with no answers give way to a layer of dust.
Memories of a long lost love who is not there anymore,
Rays of light slip through the murky panes.
Particles of dust seem to be dancing in the winter’s light,
The light is soon once again overcome by the shadows.
The room is again dark and aged. Nothing moves,
It is now chilling as the breeze leaks in through the cracks.
If the shattered pieces ever do try to slip away,
The wind from the cold outside will soon bring them back.