Glass

Clear,

Sharp as a spear,

Sensitive, and simple,

With shine and sparkle,

Handle me with care,

I don’t come with a spare,

I’m delicate, I’m fierce,

Like glass, if broken, I do pierce!

Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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