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Broken Home

Picking up pieces
Of broken glass
Shards of the love
A lifetime passed

An empty hall echoes
A long ago laugh
Smiles turn to tears
In each photograph

A coffee cup stands
Alone on the sill
Turn back time now
Neither of us will

Memories gather
Like dust on the clock
Symbolic of the time
When all loving stopped

A door stands now waiting
For yesterdays to go
Some things aren't repairable
Like this broken home

~THE FLOWING PEN~
7-22-04

























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