Colored Glass

Perhaps I am simple I love simple things Glass, blown or slubbed Crystal or colored Cobalt Emerald Cranberry Rose Sparkling in sunlight Catching the flame These simple pleasures Bring me joy As much as any gem Exception, the Opal Begins life as water Seeps into stone Becomes over time Fire within water Shadow of aeons Life within stone Water gone solid As solid as glass, and as fragile 4Apr2002

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