S.h.a.r.d.s

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    S.h.a.r.d.s

    I chanced upon
    An old broken glass
    With its shards
    Scattered apart

    My heart went out to it
    For no one, even I
    Knew, just what it felt
    Seeing its broken pieces
    Scattered all about

    The pain of being alone
    Broken, the agony
    Of losing, oneself
    For someone
    The tragedy of taking all the pain
    When all the world remained
    Oblivious

    For if it only had
    Feelings, the courage
    To express
    What it felt inside

    It would cry
    Unceasingly
    Hoping that
    Someday
    Its tears
    Would eventually
    Put together
    Its broken pieces

    By : Sheryl Dacua

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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