(Poem 67 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Crashing kaleidoscope
of geode shards
splinter my heart
like a rain of grief
when the shelves
collapse into a heap.
@Home Studio – 67th poem of the year
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(Poem 67 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Crashing kaleidoscope
of geode shards
splinter my heart
like a rain of grief
when the shelves
collapse into a heap.
@Home Studio – 67th poem of the year
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