Like fragile vases or bowls
shattered on a kitchen floor
we in our lives drop so many
precious people; broken they
lie on the floor of our life,
and we stand there with bleeding
wounds and scars in our trembling
hands from their edged shards
we try to pick up in vain.
13.04.2023
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