They are reflections of the world
We inhabit. Mirrored shards
Flung high into the air.
Sharing in all of beautys passion,
Caught in the lensflare of compassion
Bound to the refraction of selfless care.
Compounded with the crux of inaction.
Falling shards are somewhat sharp.
They tend to draw blood.
No fault of their own
For fault implies Blame
Blame implies control.
The arrow does not make the bow
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
They are reflections of the world
We inhabit. Mirrored shards
Flung high into the air.
Sharing in all of beautys passion,
Caught in the lensflare of compassion
Bound to the refraction of selfless care.
Compounded with the crux of inaction.
Falling shards are somewhat sharp.
They tend to draw blood.
No fault of their own
For fault implies Blame
Blame implies control.
The arrow does not make the bow
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