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Aug 2014
Broken glass on the floor.
What once was something beautiful
Now shattered into tiny pieces.  

Broken hearts everywhere
What once was a person,
Now shattered into tiny fragments.

What becomes of these pieces,
Can they ever be beautful again.

Some questions have no answers,
Some events have no reasons.

Whatever happens, happens.
Written by
Jeremy Fernand  Mumbai, India
(Mumbai, India)   
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