glass flower
a beauty so enticing
yet so frail and fragile
reaching out in yearning
wanting to know
longing to feel
just the feathery touch of a finger
but that alone might shatter the dream
facing a storm of fear and regret
she stands at a precipice
like the tear on the corner of her eye
waiting to fall but forever unable
trapped between a moment of pure bliss
and a lifetime of sadness
Sometimes the greatest storms are the ones inside of us
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