Tuesday, June 20, 2006

The Shard.

I see myself
Sharp shard of ice
Splicing through my core.
Cold,
So very cold,
Sleek and pristine behind my smile,
Crystal clear and brittle.

People don’t see me.
My prismatic edges
A reflection of light.
Rosy rays repeat your laugh.
You’re sad, I’m blue
Sprays of sleet
Splattering the floor.

Let me be whole
I can be a rainbow
Champagne bright
Unmissable.

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