Glass
This fragile glass strongly stands
The glazier gave it life through breath
With simple tools and fiery ways
A work of art is now conceived
This work of art two purpose holds
Champagne inside, beauty is seen
Bubbles bursting at the brim
No end in sight, they keep arising
One child’s touch began this fall
Who’s outcome matched a giants strength
With no beauty nor purpose holds
This broken glass aches to be whole
Copyright © Manny Galvan | Year Posted 2009
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