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Post by deudbus on Thu Jul 16, 2009 11:32 pm

Glass pours out
into the open air,
breaking apart,
forming streams and drops
of molten beauty.
But quickly it cools,
solids form in spectacular shapes.
Mesmerizing beauty
shines from each bead and stem
until they hit the ground.
Shattering, shards fly everywhere.
Each piece is destroyed,
becoming fragments of their glory,
ready to be swept up,
thrown away,
and forgotten.

That picture inspired the poem.

Would you always
Maybe sometimes
Make it easy
Take your time


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