Glass by all means is the soul
The thing that is easily tainted, and stained
Yet impossible to clean
Glass is by all means
The easiest thing to destroy
Fragile and clear
Unseen and walked upon
Glass is the thing we won't acknowledge
It is there but we don't want to believe it.
Glass sees all things
Builds & breaks
Gives & takes
Glass is what we are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Glass, glass is what we are. good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.