Glass

by PHOEBIX   Sep 5, 2008


Bright fire, glowing glass
Blowing spheres and strings
Liquid silica dances
Within skilled hands

Raw chunks of every hue
Cooling smooth to solid shape
Breakable yet durable
With permanent shine

Ships, cats, birds and balls
All shaped from burning sand
Masterpieces of coarse grains
On glittering display

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