Brilliancy

by Beautifully Disfigured   Oct 1, 2009


It sits upon a windowsill
The light hits it
Shines right through it.
Colors of the spectrum
Fly across the wall
Behind it.
People walk by
Stop and stare
Look at it.
Stare at it.
Love it.
Unlike how they love me.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Mr Rhee

    Hmmmmm.... I'm not sure what you meant, "Unlike how they love me."
    It started off pretty well, though. I say it was all good, until I got to that line. Are you tying to say they love you less? Or not at all? Still, I liked the flavor.

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