In gentle hands, a glassy sphere,
A fragile gem, so crystal clear.
Transparent walls, a liquid sheen,
A breath of air, a gas unseen.
A bubble born, a breath of life,
A fleeting moment, a delicate strife.
A fragile vessel, so light and thin,
A floating orb, a silvered spin.
A touch so soft, a gentle breeze,
A trembling shiver, a fragile freeze.
A ballerina, a curtain call,
A quiet moment, before the fall.
Up high it goes, in endless skies,
A breath of wind, a love that dies.
A lonely dance, a ballerina's fate,
A falling star, that burns so great.
A shattered soul, a broken heart,
A memory lost, a silent part.
A glass balloon, so light and bright,
A fragile dream, a glorious flight.
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the story of glass
Poetrya collection of poems about people family's and worlds that feel like glass
