Beautiful -
It stood there proud
Of it's uniquness
Amidst the crowd.
Minutely cut,
The glass
Shined like gold
Amidst dull brass.
It created spectrums,
And it's pride came through
In all it radiated
For the world to view.
His hand reached out.
Admired the beauty.
And crushed it
In a moment of insanity.
He stood there stunned.
His hands stained.
Proud it had been,
And proud it remained -
Dazzling in a million fragments.
Spectrums after spectrums, mocking destruction.
Blinding him -
A thousand splendid suns.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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its great to see that u feel things have life too..
last two lines were rather beautiful..
its strange to see that our perception of things at a point also match:)
mmm... the thing could be metaphorically used too... open to interpretations!
n yay!! i LOVE mind twins :D
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