The GlassA Poem by KimoThe glass, It is neither half full Or half empty It just is…
There is water within it Still as the snow on a December morn… And just as cold Like my heart
To most, it is steady, unmoving, consistent But to the few who dare to peer deeper… It is seen for what it is, a fragile object, perched on a razors edge
for now it is safe, but prod it too much… and it will fall water spilling and glass shattering © 2011 KimoAuthor's Note
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Added on July 22, 2011 Last Updated on July 22, 2011 |