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We may shake but never shatter
For we are not glass ornaments
Where decorations matter
And though the circle of
Life goes on
Us humans have always been preyed upon.
Darkness, despair, lust and
Beauty
Whose only purpose
Only duty
Is to pound our walls, make them shatter
Until what we think we are
Know we are
Doesn't matter.
We fall into a hole leading to Wonderland,
Then falls the last droplet of golden sand.
Blinded by our sorrows, hopes and fears
It takes a thousand days,
A thousand years.
To realise that our walls may shake
But never shatter
And to those who love us, we really do matter.
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Poetry'If the end is drawing near, should I not be a part of it?' compilation of random efforts at poetry. - Cover Image - Kathrin Honesta
