Made of

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    • Finding my wings. Be they of feather or leather, I shall wear them with pride, for they are my own..

    Made of

    Hold me gently, for I may break,
    slight pressure, and I begin to tear.
    Embrace me warmly, for I may freeze,
    I'm brittle as ice, without you there.

    A fall from grace, would do me in,
    I'm made of weak delicate webs.
    I'd be torn, by winds of harsh words,
    I'm built of the softest threads.

    A hard touch, I'd shatter to a million peices,
    I'm made of frozen glass, and a crack has it's start.
    I'm to be held, not stomped, or put on a shelf,
    I'm made of...........heart.

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    dumplin commented on Made of

    02-17-2010

    How fragile the heart. Mine hath so many a wound.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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