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  • Writer's pictureTony Frobisher

Fragments


Fragments As life scattered, Broken before me, Picked up and Strewn on winds, Eddying with disdain, I chased, desperate, Attempting to catch The remaining fragments. But some lay Unmoved and undisturbed. Family and friendship Remained as always, Past and future. Fragments of hope.

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