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The broken window, shattered glass,
A reflection of a world amiss.
A symbol of a life that's gone,
A fragile state, so easily undone.
The wind blows through the broken pane,
A mournful sound, a somber refrain.
The broken window, a mark of time,
A moment frozen, a memory in rhyme.
Oh, how the broken window speaks,
Of secrets kept and dreams that leak.
A window to the soul, perhaps,
A vision of a life that collapses.
But even in its shattered state,
The broken window can still create.
A new perspective, a different view,
A chance to see life in a different hue.