The colours are slightly phased now,
Smoothed by rough waters and sanded down by tiny specks of stone.
as time has ground them away.
The fragments are still a part of their whole, but we see them through a view finder screen of a broken piece.
We wonder at what they were, what they have been, and try and look past what they are.
But they have been through so much,
They were broken,
They were changed forever.
And then now,
As they sit,
Softened by time
they hold their secrets.