The sun reflected off its surface,
a prison of colors and rainbows
in every angle.
Its surface smooth,
long graceful stems,
elegant and demure.
Fragile, so claims the thunder
and lightning that struck.
The glass shattered.
Shards rest on the floor.
No longer whole,
a fallen angel from sky’s boundless.
Graceful curves of the broken pieces,
the iridescent glass- still forever glorious.
Though the shards cause pain
as the blood wine flowed,
staining the goodness of life.
The broken glass house,
crystal clear.
Its true nature revealed.
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Submission Name: House of Glass
