Stained GlassA Poem by HareRama
I see Tiffany stained glass refracting the light through its beautiful colors and shapes.
The timeless and unique piece is kept safe behind bullet proof glass for many to see. Slowly I walk around admiring it. Each new shard I discover in the framework makes it more beautiful. The way each frame piece was cut so precisely adds different distinctions to it. I watch as many people glance and admire for a very short time and just walk away. I move past a velvet rope keeping others away from the display. I see more vivid colors and light pouring through the windows. Something so fragile has to be protected. Something so unique is what people try to break the most. I could tell someone about the closed off section I'm seeing. I won't though. I think I'll keep this section to myself.
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Added on July 1, 2017 Last Updated on July 1, 2017 AuthorHareRamaAuburn, ALAboutI just like to write metaphorical and symbolic free verse. This is just a place to save it. more..Writing
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