Glass

Glass

A Poem by Davina

 

 

If I were made of glass,


Life would become an impossible task.


I’d know only fear, hold nobody dear,  


My fate to stand terribly still,


 My life empty of any new thrill.


From inside the glass,


I’d watch life spinning by,


Never knowing of touch,


Of a swing that soars high.



October 2016

© 2017 Davina


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Added on October 5, 2016
Last Updated on February 17, 2017

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Davina
Davina

Dublin, Dublin, Ireland



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