Half made

Made of paper

and comes the rain

and we get wrinkled

and comes the ink

and we say things we don’t really want to say.

Made of paper

and comes the wind

and we go where we don’t want to go

and comes the fire

and we are gone forever.

 

Made of glass

and time goes by

and we melt

and wind comes

and we hiss softly

and we howl the same lament.

Made of glass

and we break in pieces

pieces of sand and time

and we become someone else

someone for each broken piece

made of mist and fog

and we rise up to the sky

floating rivers and evaporating seas

and we are up in the sky

and we fall down and we leak.

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