MarbleA Poem by Shalini RA thousand pieces It shattered into. He let it slide from his fingertips. Its descent was a ballet The form and position were flawless. Such beauty and untainted grace The dance went on The end drew near, it hit the ground And my stained glass heart was then broken. I’ve tried to fix it But broken shards always show The tears, scratches and cracks Of the past. My next one will be Made out of marble.
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Added on February 10, 2008AuthorShalini Rblack hole, MDAboutThe name's Shalini, I'm addicted to wrecklessness. DOT, not feathers. I'm kind of a strange colabaration of ridiciously fun-loving [sadly sometimes without weighing the cost] and an old soul. I am .. more..Writing
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