Broken Picture

A wooden frame.

inside a picular world.Beautifully astounding

Penguins hundreds of them.Complete

with the bow tie under the neck

but there is no ice.

Just a full bouquet of flowers.

every shade of pink,purple and blue

Penguins and flowers.Together.For eternity

The couple amist a garden.So ancient. So pristine

Yet now the garden is no more .

For a great wind was jealous of its beauty

and sweapt everything away.

now all that is left is a small broken picture

of what once was.

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John Strugnell's picture

I think you are going to make me cry. The devastation was too much, and the scars are deep.