Water, Wind And Broken Glass - Poem by Cristina Geanta
what better way of keeping
the drops away from your cheek
than hiding beneath a shell?
A shell of glass so you'll know when the storm's over.
A shell through which
others can see you.
Only the image is distorted...
And, in the end, would you leave your shell?
At least it saves you from the
trying to put out
warmth you still have left inside.
It's light enough for a soul to bare. But
it's also thin and could never last
when hail falls down on you.
would hold a
body covered in
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