Broken Hearts

When glasses break, they shatter,
into a million tiny pieces of matter.
Once whole, now hollow,
never to be one again.

When dawn breaks, the earth splits,
the sky hues from black to blue.
The lights creep, the birds tweet
the dawn of a new beginning.

When hearts break, no sound they make,
except, the beating, from its being,
yet, what is felt, is more than breaking,
a yearning, of simply, disappearing.

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