My world: The Cherryblossom Garden

I was never one to patiently
pick up broken fragments and
glue them together again and
tell myself that the mended
whole was as good as new.
What is broken is broken — and
I’d rather remember it as it was
at its best than mend it and see
the broken pieces as long as I lived.

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