Porcelain. A poem.

Porcelain,
sheer and shining.
Untouchable,
lest you break.
Cracks irreparable,
iceberg deep.

You/I
are/am
my/your
porcelain.

9 thoughts on “Porcelain. A poem.”

dolcevita35 says:

November 30, 2017 at 8:01 pm

We are indeed fragile 🌹

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1. stevestillstanding says:
  
  November 30, 2017 at 9:13 pm
  
  We certainly are. I feel more fragile everyday 🙂
  
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  1. dolcevita35 says:
    
    December 1, 2017 at 12:06 am
    
    If you need a friend, I am here☺
    Writing is a wonderful way to express ourselves 🌹
    
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  2. stevestillstanding says:
    
    December 1, 2017 at 12:09 am
    
    Thank you so much. Your support is very much appreciated 🙂
    
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Tatjana Ostojic says:

December 1, 2017 at 10:44 pm

Where we crack, that’s the place the light will enter, Tumi would say. Being fragile is the trait of the strong. The ones who fought and we’re fought with, but still standing…

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1. stevestillstanding says:
  
  December 1, 2017 at 10:48 pm
  
  Hear, hear 🙂
  
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Tatjana Ostojic says:

December 1, 2017 at 10:46 pm

Rumi would say* this autocorrect will kill me one day…

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1. stevestillstanding says:
  
  December 1, 2017 at 10:49 pm
  
  Autocorrect: the bane of correct and incorrect spelling everywhere 😉
  
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  1. Tatjana Ostojic says:
    
    December 1, 2017 at 10:49 pm
    
    I long for 1985.
    
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