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by Rachel A. Gold

Fragments of glass on a hillside,
Fragments of shells on the shore,
Fill me with bitterness, haunt me,
Remind me of love that's no more.
Fragments of old broken china,
Where the children have been at their play.
Remind that I gaze on the fragments,
My love that you've thrown all away.
I like to pretend you're still mine, dear,
To hold and to cherish for aye,
But I know that my love is in fragments
You have carelessly tossed away.

Poetry by Rachel A Gold

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Tuesday, 04-May-2010 14:48:22 EDT