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Shorn

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Shades of Light Drift on the Dawn
In a Tangled Web of Memory,
Where Ripples Touch what now is Gone
To Tantalize this Ache in me.

Crumbling Facade that once Stood Bright
With Colours Clear as Shimmering Morn,
Now Leak the Fading, Breaking Light,
Bleak and Cold as a Lamb first Shorn.

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via Daily Prompt: Facade at The Daily Prompt

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Image found on Google.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Artist. Thank You~