Fragile

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I am made of glass,

one wrong move and I'll shatter.

So I stay alone.


The sun shines on me,

Filtering through the willows.

I am dancing light.


I sway through the woods.

The cliff becoming nearer.

I stand at the edge.


The wind becomes cruel.

I lose my balance and fall.

I've become shattered...


©5/30/2018

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