The glass
See through the clear substance.A small piece of glass.
Reflecting upon the life of a dead soul.
You break the glass.
Trying to set free the soul inside.
Yet all you see is pieces of clear glass.
The glass shatters.
Into a million pieces.
One soul takes flight.
See through the shattered mirror.
One piece still alive.
The soul stays.
Copyright ©2007 Nyorioko.
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-28 at 22:00
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