broken bottles

Broken bottles

In the rain.

Washed clean,

Removed of the stain.

Shattered pieces

Made new again.

Shards of glass,

A fractured pain.

Soaked in love,

Discarded in vain.

It all comes back

When the slick is grain.

But let the teardrops fall, come what may.

These remnants remain

Tossed aside,

Garbage down the drain.

Just broken bottles

In the rain.

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