Cracked, shattered
Seven years bad luck
Dust of glass swept away
However in places
Unassuming
Tiny shards
Waiting for skin to
Cut, hurt
Like a rainbow, bright
After the rains are gone
Nature's gift
Confirmation of sunny days
A pot of gold promised
In search of it
Thousands of miles
To find no pot
No gold
Like a tear drop falling
Burning of skin
Itchy, messy, disgusting
Reddened eyes
Runny nose
Voice broken
Heart breaking
Tear after tear
Until there are
No more
To cry
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