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~*~Glass Orchards~*~Delicate... Is the mind, That seeks to rewind, The events that may... Have pushed you to find, Something more important by far... Something...So delicate. Like the flower that hangs from the trees; The flower that climbs the most intricate vines in the breeze... Delicate. Like that which is all too fortunate to be nurtured, Growing... Fertile,with beauty,in vast, Loving care. Aware...Of how delicate.... A flower, made of glass, A flower,where any petal may fall at an incorrect caress. So very delicate... The nature we confide, As we grasp the goblet that, Feeds our thirst for life. Delicate; The passions and possessions, That feed our strife. Broken;Would be the soul,that could forget... The intricate choreography... The overabundant synchronized, Heart-swelling simplicity... Of something...Just so... Delicate. ~*~G.M.Key copyright2003~*~ ***~***new time,new place...This Spirit Rides on***~*** Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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