Fragile. By themischievousannaApril 16, 2015 ( 2 ) Land towards the great apart, Driving swirling through the start Faster faster soon to break, Crash forward into melted ache Galvanizing springs our wake, Fragile forms are all we make. Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: PhotographyTags: art, emotions, Fiction, fiction&poetry, photography, poetry, writing Related Articles The Heavyweight’s Feather. By themischievousannaMay 19, 2019 The Inept Desirous. By themischievousannaMay 10, 2019 Perpetually Flooding. By themischievousannaJanuary 9, 2019 2 comments › DG April 16, 2015 • 12:45 am Little mote of dust, Little crumb from the crust, Little ray of light shines on both at last, And beauty is eternal. LikeLike Reply ↓ Doru April 16, 2015 • 6:20 am Gorgeous! LikeLike Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ
Little mote of dust,
Little crumb from the crust,
Little ray of light shines on both at last,
And beauty is eternal.