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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My Poems
PoetryJust some ideas that I wanted to turn into stories but am unable to. That's why they are haiku stories! All you'll get is my random ideas.