Glass Rod
You push me around
with careless hands
like I'm a glass rod
on a wind chime
forcing a word
a tune out of me
as the thin thread
I dangle from wavers
and I hold on
another day
before it breaks
and I detach
from the world I know
crumbling
shattering into pieces
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A refined poetic imagination, Jackie Chou. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.