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Fragile

Come to me, sift through the dust and ash,

the veils of smoke that hang in the air,

the dense fog of Fragility.

Come to me, and take my hand.



I shall lead you to a land of wonder,

one where every temptation and desire,

no matter how raucous,

or how lackluster,

will live and breathe and consume thee.





Descend with me;

let go your restraints

and I will set you free.

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This poem is free for interpretation; there is no true meaning behind it, but rather, what you feel is what it is.

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last updated 10 October 2010 - 11:26pm
©28 April 2005 - 10:17pm — americanprayer
18 May 2006 - 2:21am — Shannon McDonald (not verified)
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It's amazing how you weakened the smoke and fog...I had never thought of it as being strong untill you made me realize it right now

Good job

28 May 2005 - 7:40pm — Stormie Summers (not verified)
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this made me feel like i was walking through a cave, dark and scary, yet brave, because i took your hand. As we followed a light that took us to a high cliff, we looked out on the world painted in colors of green, yellow, blue and red. I let go as we jumped off together. My wings you had given me allowed to to fly and set me free!

wow, i got really detailed with that feeling. that doesnt happen very often. cool! it was awesome, i dont even know you but i know i like your poems and the way they make me think. so again good job.