crystal balls
fall all around
and shatter as they
strike the ground,
while silently
we march en masse
thru 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 
How interesting! I like it!
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Thank you, Susan!! It’s one of those poems that might mean different things to different people
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A beautifully written poem Michael! Such a great metaphor!
Dwight
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What a lovely poem! Wonderful imagery.
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Thank you very much, Dawn!!
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