Broken Pieces

Poetry

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In the broken pieces
I found chosen places.

From the deserted thorns
I made the desired cords.

In the dull estates
I rose the “will-sparkles.”

In the season of dark
I saw the reason to walk.

In the glory, they downcast
In the miry, I surpassed

Curse-in-disguised their preferred
Bless-in-disguised my referred

Lies were the treasures?
In the broken pieces

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