thump,
Thump,
THUMP
Gaining momentum until it crashed at the bottom.
It was glass.
They should have known,
They should have felt the crystal, its fragility,
Evidently they didn't care.
They never did,
Did they?
The scattered remnants were left on the pavement
To sparkle in the sun.
Even though it was broken,
Even though it was broken,
It was beautiful to passersby.
Sometimes I wonder...
...Are people the same way?
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