a piece of sky
falls down, shatters on
impact
as it strikes the ground.
a window, perhaps.
or snow,
or rain. stained glass,
a rainbow of shards,
or tears.
a cloud deciding that enough
is enough.
it's gone before I can touch
it,
place it in my hand.
love can be like that.
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