Looking Through Poem by Blanche Hardin

Looking Through



Looking through this shattered glass,
Distant times and memories pass.
Only this may bring good charm,
Where fear and doubt will bring you harm.
Love is gone by hatred shown,
Pain is brought from your own.
No one will cry,
Not until the pain causes them to die.

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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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