Broken glass

Broken glasses are like broken wings
It couldn't easily be mended with strings
The wound can be healed
As the gap can be sealed

The scars are to be seen
To realise that there was a situation so mean
Life is to let go off and move on
But the pain stays in heart that rested upon

Bitter memories that stays behind
Makes us worse and in anger we go blind
But remember chiselling upon a scar
Will never make you better any far

Ensure yourself that you flow like a river
Carrying all experiences on the way
Don't let your heart quiver
With all love and peace make your day.

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