Glass, oh glass, a material so fine,
But it hides dangers lurking behind,
With sharp edges and piercing shards,
It can tear flesh, and leave us scarred.
A windowpane, transmissive and clear,
Can hide from us the perils near,
A slip of hand could shatter it all,
And cause injury, unthinkable and tall.
Bottles and jars, pretty and neat,
Can become a dangerous treat,
When shattered, they release a storm,
Of glass debris, that can cause harm.
The mirrors we admire every day,
Can be dangerous in more than one way,
A crack, a fall, and they shatter apart,
Leaving behind, a bleeding heart.
Glass jewellery, so delicate and frail,
Can cause injury.Wrapped around, a finger or neck,
Could lead to wounds, leaving us a wreck.
So, let's not forget the dangers of glass,
Lurking behind its shiny and fine mass,
Let's handle it with care, and be wise,
And avoid the sudden bloodshed, and cries.
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the story of glass
Poetrya collection of poems about people family's and worlds that feel like glass