Isn’t it true that the world is a glass
and with our smile do we hold it carefully?
And when it breaks, our destinies tiptoe
from the first floor to the last flaw.
And that would not be all.
The beautiful things happen mysteriously
when no one is waiting on half-closed doors
When we no longer wait for morning coffees at bedtime.
Beautifully, pieces of watered-dreams float with no bounds.
There are beautiful things in our glass:
Earth, wind, water, fire and heaven.
Beautiful things happen small, in dim lights
and nights locked in bell-less doors and door-less bells.
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