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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]

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As complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...

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The Little Piece Of Glasswork

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The little piece of glasswork watched
As the flowers wilted,
And as some grew.
Wilted.
Grew.
Wilted.
And grew again.

The little piece of glasswork wondered,
And wondered still,
What it felt like to grow,
And then decay.

What was it like?
To grow so high,
And then simply die.

What was it like?
Growing so high
To stand there,
Beautiful,
For a mere few months?
Was the beauty worth the stunts?

What was it like?
What was it like!

The little glasswork would never know,
How could it know?
It had nowhere to go,
Nothing to show,
Nothing below,
And will never die in the snow.

So how could the little glasswork
Ever know?

The little glasswork
Wishes to know,
Instead of watching helplessly,
Endlessly,
For all eternity.

Maybe the little glasswork could have a chance,
To grow,
Fall,
Die,
And grow again.

All the glasswork needed to be was
Broken,
Then it will be awoken
Into a new world of beauty.

But the little glasswork was afraid
To break.
It has to hurt,
Right?

The little glasswork
Decided against breaking,
The little glasswork would rather
Stare at life as it
Wilted,
Grew,
Wilted,
And grew again.