Broken Pearls
By Hannah Mae Webster 

 

Broken pearls cascading through the low-lit staircase,

falling like tears.

Uninvited but expected.

 An arrangement once tensely draped in light,

now a relentless storm.

As striking as ever.

A beautiful pity how softly a string can snap.

 

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