• Don Rearden

Shards and Chandeliers


Shards and Chandeliers we amble down the dirt road in the morning sun, her little feet stomp on the thin ice covering clear puddles, the crystal coatings shards and chandeliers spray from beneath her tiny soles, she shrieks with what life fills my existence in a way I didn’t know possible and I become a puddle at the thought of her world ever shattering without me there at her side 


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