Glass

I am made of hand blown glass.
Fragile.
Delicate.
Beautiful on the shelf.
You may look...
but do not touch.

I am made of hand blown glass.
A tiny crack...
that does not show,
runs through my vein.
You may look...
but do not touch.

I am made of hand blown glass.
A pyramid of colors...
sparkle in the light.
Hold me up.
You may look...
but do not touch.

I am made of hand blown glass.
Precious.
Pure.
Flawed
You may look...
but do not touch.

by J.A. Stroud © 1997 by author

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