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Wind cannot shatter your tree of glass
Wind cannot shatter your tree of glass
Your performance of involvement pushes you afar
A moon can shine with euphoric light
It shines and tries to avoid its dark side
But you stand, shifting, alive and in place
Your hands steady
Shakes buried
Somewhere not today.
Your breath a sign of angels
Your soul not out of place
A beauty in your angles
And not a line of hate
You chose this path
Here not tomorrow
Not to live in the past
To be chained by a sorrow.
It’s a beauty this distress
To be chained as the best
A wish became a lie or hope
Until you found you were far from home
This feeling to belong
In the sleeves of an angel
Took and killed the parts of you
Until your wish became true
All that's lefts a husk of memory
Made into human by hopes of divinity
Is it too late to regret
Changing what was said
A choice spoken to a soul of glass
To be changed and be made into a tree of man
Now all that's left
Is the choice of man
But you think you might like to change one instead.
Copyright ©
Zoe Crout
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