People are rather more often like glass, shimmering and shining in the light when it lasts,
Though many never thought to think of the night;
When the glass breathes breathes with depths so deep,
And when emotions are clearly at their peak;
Breaths that fogs even themselves with thoughts of their depravities and social anxieties
But what really matters isn't the way we breathe or even if we're upright,
No instead it's the light that can be seen in the darkest of nights
You see, everyone can shine and shimmer in the beauty of the sun
But a truly heartless soul will sparkle and glisten with the light of none
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PoetryEunoia (n.) beautiful thinking. Galaxies in her head, light in her soul, Beauty in her words, passion beyond control, Writing for love, trying to stay whole. A collection of poetry. Each chapter is an untold story, conceive it...