Posted in English poetry, Mindful

The Delicate Part


A heart made of glass,

The most delicate part n element,

When it shatters,

Very hard repair,

If you say portion by portion shatters,

It’ll still mean,

The other parts have been shaken,

Only when the impact is hard,

Like that of an earthquake,

Do you u bust all glass,

Once gone,

Only a substitute can come in,

The wounds of broken glass,

Can never repair fully,

U may temporarily fit the stone,

Diamond or salt,

But permanently,

It is more vulnerable to break,

The owner the next time!

 

 

 

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I am writer and poet who has written many works and still writing. Mission: To spread what I know!

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