Fragility comes with a touch or two so this ink and its feather on this page too
CREATED a seemingly fragile state, it’s a slate, however BLANK it may have been to you.
Tears-drops did… They dropped on sands, where rocks Stand… Where winds blow for four seasons…
For… If a couple of men walked on the Moon, bringing Our existence into a world foreign to our Humanity,
We can get along despite our differences. And despite their similarities, we weren’t always agile.
Dear Heart so tender and so hard, allow this thought so fragile inside as we go through this life.
Our lives are fragile, here to the cuts and scars too… For if that same fragility comes with a touch or two,
Who will We turn to? My free will isn’t at all free, it ‘’d be the same for you as we weight costs over fees, there is really nothing new Under our Sun.
© Christian D. Koumtog