crystal balls fall all around
and shatter as they hit the ground
while silently we march, en masse
through bloody fields of broken glass
how beautiful, the crystal sphere
a perfect orb, so pure and clear
yet hold a shard up to the sun
and rainbows shine on everyone
michaeljordahl 
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Friend!! Have a great day!
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Love this!
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Thanks, Bob!!
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Wonderful!
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Thank you, Mike! 🤗
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Love this
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Thank you!!🤗
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