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Something to live for
Did you see it?
Is it beautiful?
It is light. Of course.
I breathe to see you,
I feel I see you to breathe.
How can you blame me,
and how can you judge?
I refuse to be broken,
Watch me not pick up the pieces,
As I stand on every shard,
Becoming a stronger person.
For I have seen it.
It is beautiful.
Oh, you little word
Oh, you little word master...I love this line---it is so explanatory of of a learned individual and how when emotions are shattered... leave them be...just let them be! You cannot ever put it back as it was!! Pure genius.
"Watch me not pick up the pieces,
As I stand on every shard,
............................
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "