"glued"
The human spirit is like a figurine sitting on a shelf,
it emanates positive feelings to many as they pass by,
but no one really notices, until the figurine is gone
Perhaps broken into tiny little pieces.........
The only memory that is left, is the dust that
surrounds where it used to stand,
We can try to glue the figurine back together
but it is never the same,
Fragile and stoic the figurine tries to hold itself together,
until a rumble or breeze flows through and once again it
becomes "unglued".
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