RareA Poem by poetictoriQuickly writing this down because I'm supposed to be doing work but instead I'm procrastinating. Will edit asap.
Ice is so pure and fragile,
With one touch it can downfall into a thousand peices It's tranclusent crystals bouncing light off of every particle that reaches the cold, clear solidity Now, the very question that follows this downfall spiral into maddening chaos, Is it most beautiful before? In a perfect solid piece, for if you look towards it in any direction, It remains unflawed Or afterwards? When it's glowing pieces have fallen into a place that is perceived as imperfect. But their is light shades of colors, that ricochet off its surrounding area And a natural way every segment has found a comfortable place that is called home it has a jagged part that glistens, followed by curves and indents It is a mountain chain of it's own race It is rare © 2017 poetictoriReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 5, 2017 Last Updated on January 5, 2017 AuthorpoetictoriAboutI use this site as a safe place for some of my poetry. I've had mishaps countless times with accidently throwing my handwritten poetry away. At the same time, I might as well share some of it...but ba.. more..Writing
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