Glass
It divides us
Shear, yet when broken, brittle as the wind.
Clear at first, then as time goes on it wears it out until it becomes opaque.
Glass
Sharp as the pain that it heals.
Piercing and withdrawing as a new shade of Crimson.
Glass shatters as it falls...
Falls into the ground.
Glass
Reflects the bare truth.
Blurs out what we do not want to see
let's us see what we want to envision.
Shattering as it falls into the snow
Red
All over the snow...
Melting it slightly with its warm droplets as the disperse and penetrate the pure white.
Glass....
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Glass
Short StoryThis is a short poem was inspired in part by Blue Foundation's song: Sweep HOPE YOU ENJOY!! ( ^ω^ )
