Broken pieces of glass
like pieces of puzzles
left unsolved
scattered among the floors
of an empty house.
History recalls,
What once was there,
two girls bonded like sisters
who shared secrets
like a whisper within the winds.
Shared among other angels
playing along their harps
with the sweet joyous
laughter filling the house.
Lighting it up like lanterns
adorned in the windows
signifying many won battles
from the past.
Building memories to cherish
and forgetting the struggles
life puts in one's plates
and creating pieces to complete
the missing pieces of a puzzle.
Until the silence is broken
In the stillness of the night
And the two girls are broken apart
like a glass dropped
onto the floor creating
many unbroken pieces of another puzzle.
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