Fragility - Poem by Pearl Colette
Today in art class
we cut upon tea bags
and emptied the brown powder
into the bin
replacing it with beautiful things,
filling the space
with sequins and buttons.
I was reminded of the ever-changing nature of life.
There is no such thing as permanence.
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