Glass, we all know how easy it shatters.
It cracks and it breaks into small little matters.
Its beautiful to see, but too fragile to hold.
But some people dont see, how hard it is to mold.
Glass easily breaks under seemingly small taps,
As most people break after more than enough slaps.
Anything would break with just the right pressure,
Anyone would break after more than enough torture.
Glass is fragile and so are we.
With one strong hit, maybe 2 or 3,
It would clatter and we would shatter.
Down it goes, and all would scatter.
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Flowers Of Love And Tears
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