Made
of paper
and
comes the rain
and
we get wrinkled
and
comes the ink
and
we say things we don’t really want to say.
Made
of paper
and
comes the wind
and
we go where we don’t want to go
and
comes the fire
and
we are gone forever.
Made
of glass
and
time goes by
and
we melt
and
wind comes
and
we hiss softly
and
we howl the same lament.
Made
of glass
and
we break in pieces
pieces
of sand and time
and
we become someone else
someone
for each broken piece
made
of mist and fog
and
we rise up to the sky
floating
rivers and evaporating seas
and
we are up in the sky
and
we fall down and we leak.
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