Made of

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  • Emotional
    • Infect
    • Finding my wings. Be they of feather or leather, I shall wear them with pride, for they are my own..

    Made of

    Hold me gently, for I may break,
    slight pressure, and I begin to tear.
    Embrace me warmly, for I may freeze,
    I'm brittle as ice, without you there.

    A fall from grace, would do me in,
    I'm made of weak delicate webs.
    I'd be torn, by winds of harsh words,
    I'm built of the softest threads.

    A hard touch, I'd shatter to a million peices,
    I'm made of frozen glass, and a crack has it's start.
    I'm to be held, not stomped, or put on a shelf,
    I'm made of...........heart.

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    dumplin commented on Made of

    02-17-2010

    How fragile the heart. Mine hath so many a wound.

    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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