Glory

by Moonbeam   Mar 25, 2006


Moments of glory
They tell the story
Faded memories still
Echo of the past kill
Broken shards of glass
Alone and broken on the grass

An echo and yet a tear falls
No one hears, no one calls
The teardrops fall like rain
Teardrops fall on my face like rain

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