The Sun Rises

Tempers in a tempest flare
as shrieks like shrapnel
shatter watching windows
and innocence
crawls crying from the fray.

Eventually,
disdain dies down as day dawns--
reflecting its radiant beauty
in broken glass.


My take on this week's Monday Musings image prompt...

1 comment:

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Oh I like the notion of watching dawn in broken glass like a puzzle for the day! Wonderful write!

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