I pass
People behind
Opaque glass.
I find
They say
Words, half-heard
As I, caught behind
My own cracked glass,
Half lose my mind.
A child’s laugh
Can bring me back.
But fragile glass
So easily cracks.
I pass
People behind
Opaque glass.
I find
They say
Words, half-heard
As I, caught behind
My own cracked glass,
Half lose my mind.
A child’s laugh
Can bring me back.
But fragile glass
So easily cracks.
I like this very much.
Thank you, Liz. I’m so pleased you like it.
You’re welcome, Kevin.
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Many thanks for sharing, Michael.
Another great one, Kevin! Thanks for sharing! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m so pleased you like my poem.