On the cabinets, on the tables, pinned on the wall.
Precious memories, pictures of us all.
Something fragile, a beauty so rare.
A new day dawning that we shared.
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This poem has a nice rhythm to it, and the way you describe the relationship is fresh and creative. One of my favorite parts was about how setting off bombs was an inside job but blamed on others - insightful.
thanx. :) Much appreciated. :)