just
a statement
the fraction of a broken glass,
cut light into its parts.
a rainbow of colors,
spilled over my
morning.
I step on it, as I walked down the stairs.
there’s nothing more, only a broken glass
and a simple statement, wrapped
in a smile of the rising sun.
most things in life are meaningless,
just routines and accidents
c: Nina K Orlovskaya 6/19/2012
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