A vision of something new
A place beyond love,
Yet, not more than a stones throw away
Velvet curtains,
Heavy in red
The shifting of emotions,
Tethered to octaves in waves of bluish green
Morphing mundane shards of glass,
Into tapestries of red giants and supernovas
I am carried above the heights of joy,
And I desire nothing other than to share
Such is the poets pen
Shards Of Glass
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